"Something's wrong," Theo muttered, unease prickling his skin as the zombies around them grew restless.
Their once-methodical march faltered, a subtle shift rippling through the horde like a storm brewing beneath calm waters.Ira and Zara tightened their grips on their weapons, tension coiling in their armored frames.
Each step forward plunged them deeper into a shifting abyss—the warm sunlight they'd basked in moments ago now a distant memory, swallowed by an eternal darkness that stared back with hollow malice.
The tunnel's flesh-coated walls pulsed faintly, the air thick with a rancid stench that clawed at their throats despite the suits' filters.
"I'll move the drone," Ariella's voice chimed through their comms, crisp and steady.
"Might catch something ahead." The faint hum of the drone's rotors echoed as it glided forward, a lone scout piercing the gloom.
