Unknown Location, Secret Facility. Lights flickered from shattered lamps, casting eerie shadows across the lab. Computers whirred as an alarm blared in the background. Locke staggered through the chaos, his once-pristine lab coat now stained crimson. Blood poured from the gaping wound in his chest, each step leaving a gruesome trail of red. He groaned, the pain blurring his vision and sapping his strength. Reaching his laptop with trembling hands, Locke's fingers fumbled over the keys before pressing a button. A dial tone rang out, and soon a man in a military uniform appeared on the screen. His eyes widened in horror at Locke's ashen face and the blood-soaked coat. “Professor?!” Panic edged the man's voice. “It failed…” Locke's voice was a rasping whisper. “...the carriers have escaped. All…dead, all…de…” His words faltered, and he collapsed, the exhaustion pulling him into darkness. “Professor! Locke!” The military man’s shouts faded as Locke’s consciousness slipped away. The no

The city sprawled in eerie silence, a desolate skeleton of its former self. Buildings loomed as crumbling ruins, their jagged edges clawing at the gray sky. Streets, once bustling, lay buried under a chaotic tangle of debris, overgrown weeds, and the scars of fire. Scorch marks marred the facades of homes and cars, hinting at a violent past that had long since claimed this place. In the distance, mutated beasts scuttled through the wreckage, while zombies staggered aimlessly, their hollow moans echoing through the barren landscape.Among the ruins, a lone figure moved cautiously, eyes scanning for danger. Each step deepened the unsettling realization—this city had been abandoned far longer than a few days. The emptiness stretched into years, its decay untouched by time’s subtle hand. At dawn on the third day, the wanderer climbed a network mast, perching twenty-two meters high to survey the city. The view revealed unrelenting devastation: buildings with gaping wounds, streets littered

The truck and school bus barreled down a dusty road, flanked by the skeletal remains of houses, each a silent witness to the apocalypse's wrath. An hour ago, they had finally shaken off the last of the zombies. Paul sat beside the driver, staring at the blood dripping off his machete, pooling on the rubber vehicle mat.Inside the bus, twelve raiders sat scattered, their fatigue palpable. They had barely spent ten minutes looting when the zombies attacked. Resource runs were always dangerous, but this one had been particularly harrowing.Deji, a seasoned fighter at just eighteen, felt a gnawing worry. He had seen countless battles and lost too many friends. Each encounter left a deeper scar, and today felt particularly foreboding. As he sat, his back against the window and legs sprawled in exhaustion, he wondered why the zombie leading the others hadn’t killed them. Michael, his friend and teammate, shook him from his thoughts, sitting in the empty row behind.“Thinking what I’m thinki

In the Base Chief's office.The governor's office served as the office of the base chief. Paul sat in front of the chief, they were discussing in low tones.The door swung open and two men entered. One of them was a few years younger than Paul, he looked like he was in his twenties. He was clean-shaven and was wearing a camouflage vest. The other man was wearing a thick jacket and an eyepatch.“Solomon, Richard. How was the raid?” The base chief, Uche, asked with excitement.Richard, the man in camouflage, smiled, “Good, good. We were able to raid the General Hospital this time. Got a lot of stuff.”“That's good, that's good. Feranmi has been on my neck about lack of medications, methylated spirits, bandages and cotton wool.” Uche nodded in satisfaction.Both men found spots to sit.Solomon adjusted his eyepatch, he was in charge of patrols around the base, guarding the walls and scouting around the base to study the overall situation around their home.“We scouted the path towards th

The Capon of a Brigand group was the leader, and under the leadership of a Capon, Brigands became less of a group of bandits, to a group of coordinated and experienced terrorists in this post-apocalyptic world. They represented a type of order in the chaos, and under the command of Capons, powerful Brigand groups had appeared in the world. Some of which even held large territories and had hundreds of members.The Black Ax Brigands were a small group of about 40 men, and their area of influence was in the River Basin area, which was two neighborhoods west of the location of King Moon Base. But due to the large population of zombies and monsters, it was highly difficult for humans to move around, so the Black Ax Brigands found it difficult to control a larger area due to their size. The heavy defense and patrols of King Moon also made the Base impenetrable for the Black Ax Brigands. So, they focused on raiding travelers and camps.Richie studied the convoy, their heavy guns made him ner