As the survivors led Damien and Mira deeper into the woods, the trees closed in tightly, casting a heavy shadow over the group. The survivor who had spoken earlier, introduced herself as Lila. Her steely gaze suggested she'd seen more horrors than most. They followed her through winding paths, each step muffled by the damp earth, where the silence hung ominously.
“Your target—this Zombie King—his forces have been getting bolder,” Lila muttered, her voice barely louder than a whisper. “We think he’s discovered an ancient military bunker hidden deep in the forest, and he’s weaponizing whatever he finds.”
Damien’s jaw tightened. “We need to find him before he gets any stronger. Lead us to your camp, and we’ll work out a plan.”
Minutes later, they arrived at a makeshift fortress built from scavenged wood and metal sheets. The camp, though modest, was alive with people preparing defenses, welding old metal doors, and sharpening weapons.