The dawn had barely broken when George and his team set out to clear 3rd Street. The air was crisp, and the quietness of the abandoned neighborhood was unsettling. It was a different kind of quiet, one that carried the weight of danger lurking around every corner. Despite this, George felt a sense of determination in the air. They had survived worse, and today they were ready to face whatever the undead-infested street threw at them.
The group was divided into smaller squads. Raven, Lucy, Serena, and a few others took the lead, while George coordinated from the middle. At the back, Marcy and Madison were already in position on the rooftop of the gas station, sniper rifles at the ready, keeping watch over the street from a distance.
"We've got your backs, George," Madison's voice crackled over the radio. "Nothing's getting past us."
Marcy's calm, confident tone followed. "Watch your six. We'll make sure nothing sneaks up on you."
