November 7, 2025 – 9:35 AM
Forward Agro-Zone One – South Perimeter Range
The test site wasn't marked on any official schematic. It sat half a kilometer south of the main command hub, beyond the irrigation ditches and solar panel rows—just far enough from the bustle of reconstruction that nobody stumbled into it by accident. A dirt path curved toward it, flattened recently by the weight of trucks and foot patrols. At its edge stood a row of modular barricades, a storage container turned into an improvised observation bunker, and five reinforced cages—each one sealed, each one holding something far from dead.
Inside, they groaned.
Clawed. Twitched.
Bit at the bars.
Phillip stood with arms folded, eyes narrowing at the grotesque sight before him. The five zombies—one of them a bloated, another a scarred—were thrashing within the cages, chained at the neck and ankles, just barely restrained.
