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Somewhere deep in the control room, a group of people crowded around a bank of monitors, their faces hit by the bluish glow of the screens
Theresa’s team was a blur of motion on the feed, cutting through zombies like it was just another day at work
‘D’mn… these K1 Camp folks are something else, one of them muttered.
From the first floor all the way to the third like it was nothing, another added, shaking his head in disbelief.
“They’ve been through worse than anything we’ve seen down here,” someone else chimed in. “Makes sense that they’re still alive.”
Horace leaned in, eyes narrow. “Did none of them use any abilities?”
The room went quiet.
They reyed the footage in their heads.
So far, only Lucas has shed his light–based <i>ability</i>, and <i>the </i>girl has warped an entire vending <i>machine </i><i>away </i><i>like </i><i>it’s </i>pocket change.
Besides that? Nothing
They aren’t just fighting without abilities–they are winning without abilities.
Who are these monsters?
In our camp, only ability users lead the charge; regr folks <i>stay </i>in the <i>rear</i><i>, </i><i>armed </i><i>with </i><i>guns </i><i>or </i><i>gadgets</i><i>, </i>hoping <i>not </i><i>to </i>be eaten. No one rushes in with a de into a swarm<i>. </i>
Yet here they are, making a bloody path through the building as if it’s normal.
If they don’t have abilities, that’s insane. If they <i>have </i>them but <i>are </i>holding back, <i>it’s </i><i>downright </i><i>scary</i>.
Horace’s eyes sharpened as he studied the screen.
Just what are they really capable <i>of</i>?
His eyes drified to the control panel, where a lone red button appeared to beckon him to press it. His hand instinctively extended, and although he didn’t press it right away, his fingers stayed tense and eager.
After clearing the zombie–infested street, Theresa moved forward with her team supporting her.
Compared to the first two floors, this one felt almost too easy.
There were fewer zombies, and most sections were locked down tight. The real swarms were stuck in the residential and entertainment zones, far from where they used to be. The workspace they just swept
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They picked up the pace, heading directly for the east gate.
200,000 crystal cores and 200,000 tons of grain–so close they could almost taste it.
Then the lights above them flickered and went out.
The third floor fell into pitch–ck silence.
Theresa thought, Great–<i>just </i>what we need–a ckout.
Веер. Веер. Всер.
A sharp, mechanical chime sounded overhead.
Momentster, the cold, mechanical sound of locks disengaging resonated from all around.
“Raaagh!”
Zombies that had been sealed away in the other sections were suddenly unleashed.
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In the suffocating darkness, hundreds of them erupted into a frenzy, their guttural roars bouncing off the walls as they barreled toward the only living targets left.
Theresa’s pulse spiked. “Run!” she barked, her voice slicing through the chaos.
Everyone immediately switched to survival mode. No thinking, just running. Their feet hammered the ground, echoing through the pitch–ck halls.
“Raaagh!”
A zombie lunged at Theresa from a side corridor.
sh<i>! </i>
Her de cut through its neck in one clean motion, the head tumbling into the dark.
That was when she heard it—an almost imperceptible whirring.
Her gaze shot upward.
Every camera lining the corridors had turned toward her. In the darkness, their red tracking lights glowed like a field of staring eyes.
Beep Beep.
As they moved, those dors followed–one by one, every camera pivoting in unison, tracking their every
step.
Theresa’s stomach dropped. This isn’t a power outage. This is a setup, Someone is definitely hunting us.
A wave of rage swept through her chest.
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She swung her de and shattered the nearest camera.
“Kill everyst one of them!” she roared. “Tear those b’stards apart!”
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Her mind power exploded outward, flooding the hallway like a crashing wave. One by one, every camera sparked and died, their feeds turning to static.
Down in the control room, Horace froze as the screens went ck.
He didn’t need to guess what happened.
She knows. All screens are dead, <i>and </i>all cameras are gone. <i>I </i>can’t see <i>anything</i>. <i>I </i><i>pushed </i><i>her </i><i>too </i><i>far</i><i>. </i>
A chill crawled down his spine. <i>I </i>might’ve <i>just </i>signed <i>my </i>own death warrant.
On the third floor, Theresa and her team didn’t slow down.
With the cameras gone, she unleashed her full ability, throwing up an Aeroshield around her people and driving them forward through the darkness.