As the vehicles of Hobe's team slowly rolled out of the fortress gate, their occupants scanned their surroundings with heightened vigilance.
The flickering flames dotted the landscape, casting an eerie glow that illuminated the grim scene before them.
As they drew closer, it became apparent that the fires were not random occurrences but deliberate acts of incineration.
Piles of charred remains, unmistakably those of the undead, smoldered in the blaze, sending plumes of acrid smoke spiraling into the night sky.
Hobe's jaw clenched as he took in the sight, his mind racing to make sense of the situation. It was clear that someone had taken it upon themselves to rid the area of the undead, but the question remained: who?
"Shouldn't there be another team handling this?" Jensen's voice cut through the tense silence, echoing the thoughts of the group.
