"Shit!" One of the warriors exclaimed, panic surging through his chest like ice water.
"Move! Move up!" Duke barked, urgency lacing his voice.
He gestured for his team to climb the ladder leading to the roof of the building, which was only about five floors high.
As Duke's command echoed in the cramped space, the warriors sprang into action, urgency overriding their fear.
They scrambled up the metal stairs, their hearts pounding with adrenaline.
Just as they began their ascent, the mutated rats surged forward, flooding the window beside them with terrifying speed.
With a deafening crash, the glass shattered, sending shards flying in all directions.
The rats poured through the broken window, some tumbling down into the raging fire below, but their instincts were singular and relentless—they seemed utterly unconcerned with their own demise, fixated solely on reaching Duke and his team.
Screech!
