Unexpected Fast Evolution

Huddled behind the decrepit ruins, the man knew that swift action was essential. He reached for his communication device, a compact tool designed for urgent reports to his team. Carefully, he activated the device, its soft hum indicating readiness.

Drawing a deep breath, he addressed the device, his words brimming with urgency, "This is Agent 312, and I need to report something urgently."

His voice, tinged with a note of anxiety, revealed the significance of his message. He understood the critical nature of what he had stumbled upon and was determined to relay it effectively to the operator on the other end.

Through the device, the operator's voice crackled in response, a mix of calmness and curiosity as they inquired, "Agent 312, what's happening?"

Agent 312 didn't mince words, getting straight to the point. "I've encountered a level two zombie."

The operator, upon hearing Agent 312's report of the level two zombies, paused for a moment, then responded in a thoughtful tone, "This is a challenging situation, Agent 312. We need to be careful and observant." The operator's words conveyed an understanding of the complexity of the circumstances, but their tone remained steady, maintaining a sense of resolve.

Agent 312, who was still listening to the ongoing battle between the level two zombies, reported, "The zombies are locked in combat at the moment. It's a fierce struggle."

The operator, though maintaining their composure, was slightly taken aback by the intensity of the conflict. They remarked, "I see. This is unusual."

The operator, feeling a need for clarification, inquired further, "I'm sorry, Agent 312, but did you say 'zombies'?"

Agent 312 reaffirmed, his voice laced with concern, "Yes, there are two level two zombies engaged in a battle."

As he spoke, an expression of fear was visible on Agent 312's face. The situation was perilous, and he was acutely aware of the potential danger. The battle was raging close by, and the level two zombies were formidable adversaries.

The operator, now in a state of shock, quickly recomposed themselves and said with a sense of urgency, "Give me your current location."

Without hesitation, Agent 312 activated his communication tool to send his precise location, his fingers trembling with fear. He typed the information and sent it, confirming with a simple, "Done."

However, just as he completed the transmission, a powerful, swift swing of a colossal bone sword sliced through the stone slab behind which Agent 312 had been hiding. The massive blade cut through the air and, unbeknownst to Agent 312, claimed his life. His head was severed in an instant, and he passed away without any awareness of his own death.

The abrupt end of the communication with Agent 312 sent a shiver down the operator's spine. Their expression contorted into a look of deep concern, recognizing the grim reality that had unfolded.

In an attempt to regain contact, the operator desperately attempted to call Agent 312, but the efforts were futile. The line remained silent, and their words reflected their frustration and helplessness. "I tried to call him, but it's useless."

Yet, a sliver of solace remained as the operators reminded themselves, "At least Agent 312 managed to send the coordinates." In this unforgiving post-apocalyptic world, where the unexpected could prove fatal, every piece of information was a lifeline, and the hope was that Agent 312's final act would not have been in vain.

The operator, with a heavy heart and a sense of duty, made his way to the presence of one of the higher-ups, a figure known as Gamma. He knew that he had to deliver the grave news as swiftly as possible.

Gamma, occupied with his own tasks, looked up in surprise as the operator entered. "What are you doing here?" he inquired, a tinge of curiosity in his voice.

The operator wasted no time, approaching Gamma with a sense of urgency. He knew that directness was key in this situation, and he got straight to the point. "Sir, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his voice trembling slightly under the weight of his revelation.

Gamma, who was typically composed and self-assured, was taken aback. His eyes widened in surprise, and his tone conveyed his shock. "What's going on?" he asked, his curiosity mingled with concern.

With a deep breath, the operator revealed, "I've found level-two zombies." He sensed the urgency of the situation, and he wanted to convey the gravity of the matter to Gamma.

The news seemed to hit Gamma like a sudden gust of wind, and his disbelief was palpable. "Level two zombies?" he echoed, his voice reflecting his astonishment.

The operator pressed on, emphasizing the need for immediate action. "I've also received the coordinates," he added, understanding that they couldn't afford to waste any time in responding to this new threat.

Gamma, realizing the urgency of the matter, didn't waste any time. He issued a direct command, "Give me the coordinates."

The operator didn't hesitate. He promptly sent the coordinates to Gamma's device, the screen displaying the vital information.

Gamma glanced at the coordinates and remarked, "It's not very far." His concern was evident as he calculated the distance.

However, just as he thought the matter was resolved, something struck him. He turned to the operator once more, a worried expression clouding his face.

Gamma asked, "Zombies?" A shadow of unease crossed his features as if the situation had taken an unexpected turn.

The operator affirmed, "Yes, there are two level two zombies." The stark reality of the evolving post-apocalyptic world was beginning to sink in.

Gamma, typically composed and unfazed, found himself unable to contain his growing astonishment. He couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "I never, in my calculation, thought that the evolution of zombies would be so fast."

His voice was laced with a mixture of frustration, disbelief, and a touch of apprehension. The relentless pace of change in this post-apocalyptic world was unveiling a reality more unpredictable and formidable than they had ever dared to imagine.