POV: Carl
The battlefield was chaos, but Carl had learned to thrive in chaos. The toxic spores filled the air, making it hard to breathe, and yet he couldn't afford to slow down. Not with so many lives at stake.
Jenna was still working on containing the mushrooms, disappearing into her space and reappearing with pockets of spores, but it wasn't enough. More mushrooms were sprouting with every passing minute, turning the ground into a lethal, growing carpet of poison.
"We can't keep this up forever!" Carl shouted as he slashed through another zombie, its eyes clouded with spores. He could feel the weight of the toxins starting to affect him too—his limbs felt heavy, his vision slightly blurred.
Jenna reappeared next to him, breathless and visibly irritated. "These mushrooms are regenerating faster than I can store them! There's got to be a core somewhere, right? The source of all this?"
Carl nodded grimly. "Has to be. We need to find it and destroy it before everyone gets wiped out."
The humans were struggling, barely able to hold off the remaining zombies. Several had collapsed, clutching their throats, and the few still standing were moving sluggishly. Rick was barking orders, but even he looked on the verge of collapse.
Carl glanced back at the humans, guilt gnawing at him. They hadn't asked for this. They were just trying to survive, and now they were caught in a battle far beyond their control. He couldn't let them die here—not like this.
"Stay close to me," Carl said, eyes narrowing as he scanned the battlefield for the largest mushroom. "If we're lucky, the source will be nearby."
Jenna didn't need to be told twice. She hefted her makeshift weapon—a metal rod she'd salvaged earlier—and followed Carl through the toxic fog.
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POV: Sarah
Sarah's lungs burned as she stumbled through the haze. The world was spinning around her, and her limbs felt like they were made of lead. The spores were everywhere, clinging to her skin, invading her lungs with every breath.
She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on.
"Rick…" she wheezed, clutching at his arm. But Rick was just as bad off as she was, his face pale and drenched with sweat.
"We… we have to hold the line," Rick muttered, though his voice was weak, barely more than a whisper.
Hold the line? Sarah couldn't even hold herself up anymore, let alone fight. Her crowbar slipped from her fingers, clattering to the ground as her knees buckled beneath her. The last thing she saw before everything went dark was a hulking shadow in the mist, moving toward her.
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POV: Jenna
Jenna gritted her teeth as they pushed through the thick cloud of spores. Every step felt like wading through quicksand, her body growing heavier with every breath. But she kept moving, because Carl was right—if they didn't find the source soon, they were all going to die here.
"There!" Carl shouted, pointing ahead.
Jenna's eyes widened. In the distance, looming over the battlefield like some grotesque sentinel, was a massive mushroom, easily three times the size of the others. Its cap was pulsating, releasing waves of spores into the air, and its gnarled roots dug deep into the earth.
"That's it!" Jenna yelled, coughing as she fought to stay upright.
Carl didn't hesitate. He lunged toward the giant mushroom, his sword flashing as he hacked at its base. But the mushroom's thick, rubbery skin absorbed the blows, barely flinching under the attack.
Jenna cursed under her breath. "Of course it's not going to be that easy…"
With a growl of frustration, she summoned every ounce of strength she had left and hurled herself at the mushroom. Her rod struck it hard, sinking into its side, but the thing didn't stop growing. If anything, it seemed to be feeding on the chaos around it, growing stronger as the battle raged on.
"We need to hit its core!" Carl shouted, his voice strained.
"Great! And how do we do that?" Jenna snapped, glancing around for anything they could use.
Carl didn't answer right away. He was studying the mushroom, his eyes narrowed in concentration. "I think the core is underground—those roots are feeding it. If we cut them off…"
Jenna didn't need to hear the rest. Without hesitation, she disappeared into her space, reappearing near the base of the mushroom where the roots were thickest. She grabbed one of the gnarled roots and yanked with all her might.
For a moment, nothing happened. The root resisted, digging deeper into the earth. But then, with a sickening crack, it snapped, and the entire mushroom shuddered, releasing a cloud of spores so thick Jenna thought she might suffocate.
Carl was already moving, slashing at the remaining roots. "Keep going! It's working!"
Jenna nodded, adrenaline surging through her as she tore at the roots, each one snapping like a brittle bone. The mushroom let out a low, rumbling groan, as if it could feel itself dying.
And then, with one final, violent lurch, the massive mushroom collapsed in on itself, its cap caving in as the roots disintegrated into dust.
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POV: Carl
Carl watched as the giant mushroom shriveled up and died, its spores dissipating into the air. The battlefield went eerily quiet, the only sound the labored breathing of the survivors as they struggled to recover from the toxic assault.
"We did it," Carl muttered, more to himself than anyone else. He looked over at Jenna, who was leaning against the now-dead mushroom, breathing heavily.
"Yeah," Jenna replied, her voice tired but triumphant. "We actually survived."
But even as they caught their breath, Carl couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The mutations were getting worse, and if they didn't find the source soon, it wouldn't be long before something even deadlier emerged.
"Let's get back to the humans," Carl said, sheathing his sword. "We need to make sure they're okay."
Jenna rolled her eyes but followed him back toward the human camp. As they approached, they saw Sarah and Rick being helped up by their comrades, coughing but alive.
For now, they had survived. But Carl knew they couldn't afford to relax—not with the storm that was still gathering on the horizon.