Morning light seeped through the windows of the old building that had become their temporary shelter. Dust floated in the air, dancing in the faint sunlight, yet not a single smile could be found among those who woke up that morning.
Altair sat on the second floor, leaning against a cracked wall, his eyes staring at the small screen in his hand. The communicator buzzed constantly, displaying data from command headquarters. Sofia approached, offering a cup of hot water. Her face was weary, but still calm.
"You didn't sleep well, did you?" Sofia asked softly.
Altair nodded slowly, then shook his head. "It's not about sleep. I just received a report from Reinhart."
Sofia sat beside him, waiting for an explanation.
"It's not just us. Almost all groups assigned to killing zombie rank 3… failed. Some even vanished entirely. Not a single survivor."
Sofia's eyes widened. "What do you mean 'vanished entirely'?"
