Chapter 22

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the quarantine zone in eerie shadows illuminated only by the harsh floodlights mounted on military vehicles. The once-distant sounds of chaos—screams, sporadic gunfire, and inhuman growls—was now all over the place.

Inside the makeshift base, Clara, Ian, Erika and Briggs remained tense, huddled together near the edge of the cordoned area. The soldiers, now on high alert, barked orders and readied their weapons.

Briggs paced, his ears keen on picking up anything that might clue them into the escalating situation. He froze when he heard a nearby soldier’s radio crackle to life.

“Level 3 purge order confirmed,” the voice on the other end said coldly.

“What’s the timeline?” the soldier asked, his face pale despite his hardened demeanor.

“Eighteen hundred hours. No exceptions.”

Briggs’s stomach dropped. He clenched his fists and turned back to the group. “They’re planning to kill everyone—infected or not probably.”

Ian stared at him
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