Zorvax's trek towards the human headquarters, where he hoped to find Ophelia, was a journey marked by solitude but underlined by an unwavering focus. His steps, swift and determined, carved a path through a landscape scarred by the ravages of war.
The ruins around him, dotted with remnants of battles past, bore silent testimony to the ongoing conflict between humans and zombies. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the metallic tang of burning metal, enveloping him in a grim atmosphere.
Despite the desolation that surrounded him, Zorvax's mind was anything but still. It buzzed with activity, constantly revisiting the data he had extracted from the command center. His eyes, set in a determined gaze, were fixated on the horizon, the destination clear in his mind yet shrouded in layers of uncertainty and peril.
