POV: Sarah
The military base loomed in the distance, its gray walls rising like a fortress amidst the wild, mutated landscape. As they drew closer, Sarah felt an odd mixture of hope and dread. Abandoned places like this often held the supplies they desperately needed—but they could also hide other dangers.
"We need to be cautious," Rick warned, his voice low as they neared the base. "There's no telling what might have moved in since it was abandoned."
Sarah nodded, scanning the surroundings with wary eyes. "Let's hope it's just supplies we find. I don't think I can handle another ambush."
They approached the main gate, rusted and creaking, the emblem of the old world still barely visible beneath the layers of grime. The eerie silence hung heavy around them, broken only by the distant calls of mutated creatures that roamed the area.
As they pushed through the gate, the group spread out, each member taking a cautious step into the unknown. Sarah felt her heart race with a mix of excitement and tension. This place could be their salvation… or another nightmare.
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POV: Kane
Kane moved with purpose, his eyes scanning the base's perimeter with practiced precision. He knew the layout well; military bases like this were built with similar structures, meant to protect and store valuable resources. If his memory served him correctly, they should find the armory to the east and the storage buildings further back.
"There's a chance we might find old rations, weapons, maybe even medical supplies," he murmured, mostly to himself. But he knew the others were listening, watching him for any sign of deception.
He glanced at Rick, who was keeping a close eye on him. "Stick together. If anyone finds something useful, call it out. No one goes off alone."
Rick didn't respond, but his eyes remained sharp, clearly not trusting Kane's motivations. Kane expected as much; trust was a rare commodity in this world.
As they moved deeper into the base, Kane couldn't shake the sense of anticipation. This wasn't just a routine supply run; something in the air felt charged, as though this place held secrets that could change everything.
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POV: Jenna
Jenna could sense the tension among the humans, but she was more interested in the base itself. It had an unsettling vibe, almost as if the walls themselves held memories of the world before. The idea of exploring it was oddly exciting, even for her zombie instincts.
"This place feels… weird," she muttered to Carl, who was close by.
Carl nodded, his expression serious. "There's bound to be something useful here. Let's stay sharp."
They pushed through a doorway, entering what seemed to be an old mess hall. Tables were overturned, and broken dishes littered the floor, but there was no immediate sign of danger.
Jenna started sifting through the debris, her curiosity piqued as she unearthed a few dusty ration packs. They looked old, but it was a start.
"Found some food," she called out, her voice echoing in the empty space.
Rick and the others entered the mess hall, their faces lighting up with relief. In a world where food was scarce, even a few packs of stale rations were worth celebrating.
"Good find," Rick said, nodding at Jenna. "Let's check the other buildings. There might be more."
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POV: Sarah
Sarah had broken off from the group, her eyes scanning the dimly lit hallways as she moved through the base. She wasn't sure what she was hoping to find—maybe a hint of what this place had been before the world fell apart, or maybe just a quiet moment away from the tension that hung over the group.
As she turned a corner, she spotted a door labeled Lab 3. Her curiosity piqued, she carefully opened the door, revealing a room filled with scattered equipment and dusty files. The lab was untouched, almost as if the people here had left in a hurry.
Her eyes drifted over a stack of papers on one of the tables. The top sheet was labeled Mutation Containment Protocol. She skimmed through the document, her heart racing as she read phrases like mutation acceleration and containment failure.
"Kane needs to see this," she muttered, grabbing the stack of papers and stuffing them into her bag.
Just as she turned to leave, she heard footsteps approaching. Her heart raced as she prepared to face whatever—or whoever—was heading her way. But when the figure rounded the corner, she let out a sigh of relief.
It was Kane.
"I found something," Sarah said, holding up the papers.
Kane took them, his eyes scanning the document. His expression shifted, a flicker of surprise passing over his face. "This… this explains a lot," he murmured, almost to himself.
"What does it mean?" Sarah asked, her voice tense.
Kane looked at her, his gaze serious. "It means this mutation wasn't natural. It was created—and if this protocol is right, it was meant to be contained here."
Sarah's eyes widened as the weight of his words sank in. "So… this whole forest, all the mutations… they're man-made?"
Kane nodded grimly. "It looks that way. And if they failed to contain it here, there might be other places where it's still spreading."
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POV: Carl
Carl had been standing guard outside the mess hall, keeping an eye on the surroundings while the others searched for supplies. His instincts were sharp, his senses attuned to the slightest movement, but so far, everything seemed still.
When he saw Sarah and Kane emerge from the building, their expressions dark, he knew something was wrong.
"Find anything?" he asked, his tone casual but wary.
Kane handed him the papers without a word, and Carl skimmed through them, his face growing serious. "So, this was intentional. Some kind of experiment gone wrong."
"Looks like it," Kane replied. "And if there's more out there, we're going to need all the help we can get."
Carl's gaze hardened. He didn't like Kane's cryptic answers, but he couldn't deny the truth in his words. They'd only seen the beginning of this mutation, and now it seemed there was more to it than any of them had realized.
"We'll handle it," Carl said firmly, his eyes meeting Kane's. "But if there's more you're not telling us, now's the time."
Kane held his gaze, his expression unreadable. "I'll share what you need to know when the time is right. For now, let's focus on getting out of here in one piece."
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POV: Jenna
Jenna watched the exchange between Carl and Kane, feeling the tension simmering beneath the surface. She didn't trust Kane, but she couldn't deny that he had knowledge they didn't—and in this world, knowledge was as valuable as strength.
As they prepared to leave the base, Jenna took one last look around, her mind racing with questions. The revelation that the mutation was man-made changed everything. This wasn't just an outbreak—it was a disaster set in motion by human hands.
And if that was true, then they weren't just fighting zombies and mutants. They were fighting the very people who had created this nightmare.
As they moved out of the base and back into the wild, Jenna felt a new sense of purpose. She didn't know where this journey would take them, but she knew one thing: she wasn't about to let whoever did this get away with it.