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Chapter 85 - The Blood Moon Awakens

POV: Jenna

The air felt different that evening, heavier, as if it carried a warning. Jenna stared up at the sky, her gaze drawn to the eerie red glow of the moon. It was like nothing she'd seen before, casting a crimson light over the settlement and stirring something dark within her.

She could sense it—a pull, an instinct she couldn't explain. She felt restless, like something within her was waking up, urging her to act, to move.

Carl noticed her tension, his eyes narrowing. "You feel it too, don't you?"

Jenna nodded, barely able to put her unease into words. "Yeah… something's wrong. Really wrong."

Suddenly, a chorus of howls and groans echoed in the distance, sending a chill through the settlement. The blood moon seemed to have awakened something in the zombies, an unrestrained aggression. Jenna realized with growing dread that this was more than just a bad night.

"They're coming," she whispered, her voice tense. "And they're not stopping."

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POV: Rick

Rick had been through countless zombie attacks since the apocalypse, but tonight was different. The crimson glow of the moon cast an otherworldly hue over everything, making the world feel strange, hostile. And the sounds from beyond the walls—the snarls, the howls—were unlike anything he'd heard before.

He gripped his weapon tightly, watching as the others prepared. Mara's face was pale, her jaw set in determination as she barked orders, organizing the defenses.

"This isn't just a regular wave," Rick called out, his voice carrying over the anxious murmur of the settlers. "They're going to be stronger, faster. We need everyone on high alert."

Sarah moved up beside him, her face grim. "What's causing this? Is it the moon?"

Rick shook his head, though he wasn't sure himself. "Maybe. All I know is, we're in for a long night."

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POV: Carl

Carl watched as the gates were reinforced, knowing that it might not be enough. This blood moon had unleashed a fury in the zombies that he hadn't seen before, and it was clear they weren't just acting on instinct. They were driven, focused, as if something greater was pushing them forward.

He moved to Jenna's side, catching her eye. "You ready for this?"

Jenna smirked, though her face was lined with tension. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's just hope they don't tear down the walls."

They took their positions along the perimeter, weapons drawn, every nerve on edge as the sounds grew louder. Carl could feel the ground trembling beneath him, a vibration that seemed to pulse in time with his own heartbeat.

And then they came.

A horde of zombies surged from the shadows, their eyes glowing faintly in the crimson light, their movements more coordinated than any he'd seen before. They slammed against the walls, clawing, snarling, driven by a relentless, almost mindless rage.

Carl swung his weapon, cutting down the first wave of attackers, but he knew it was only the beginning. Tonight, survival would take everything they had.

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POV: Sarah

Sarah's hands trembled slightly as she aimed her weapon, steadying herself as the zombies pressed forward. She fired, each shot landing true, but for every zombie she took down, three more seemed to take its place.

The blood moon cast an eerie glow over the battlefield, illuminating the chaos. She could see the faces of the settlers, a mixture of terror and resolve, each of them fighting to protect their home, their lives.

"Hold the line!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the noise. "Don't let them breach the walls!"

The settlers responded with a renewed fury, their fear fueling their determination. Sarah fired again, but the horde was relentless, their strength and numbers overwhelming. She could only hope their defenses would hold until dawn.

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POV: Kane

Kane fought with a calm efficiency, his mind working quickly as he assessed the situation. The blood moon was unlike anything he'd seen, a catalyst that had amplified the zombies' aggression. He could see it in their eyes, a wild hunger that bordered on madness.

"They're not going to stop," he muttered, slicing through a zombie that had broken past the defenses. "This moon has them in a frenzy."

Rick fought beside him, sweat streaming down his face. "Then we just have to hold them off until it passes."

Kane nodded, though he knew it would be no easy feat. The zombies' strength was amplified under the blood moon's influence, and he could see the strain it was putting on the settlers. But he also saw their determination, their resilience, and he knew that tonight would be a defining moment.

"We fight together," Kane said, his voice steady. "And we survive together."

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POV: Jenna

Jenna felt the pull of the blood moon deep within her, a strange, unsettling feeling that made her more aware of her zombie nature. She could feel the instinct to lash out, to join the horde, but she fought it, clinging to her sense of self.

Beside her, Carl was holding his own, his movements precise and controlled as he cut down the zombies. He noticed her struggle, his eyes narrowing in concern. "Jenna, are you alright?"

Jenna forced a shaky smile, gripping her weapon tighter. "I'm fine. Just… fighting something inside."

Carl nodded, understanding. "Then let's fight it together."

They continued to battle side by side, their movements synchronized, their determination a silent vow. Jenna pushed back against the primal urge the blood moon awakened, grounding herself in her purpose, in her loyalty to the people fighting beside her.

She was more than just a zombie. She was Jenna, and she would survive this night.

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POV: Mara

Mara moved through the defenders, encouraging them, rallying them as they fought to hold the line. She'd known this night would be brutal, but the sheer power of the blood moon had taken her by surprise.

"Keep pushing them back!" she shouted, her voice filled with authority. "We've survived worse, and we'll survive this!"

She fought alongside her people, her resolve unbreakable as she drove her weapon into the relentless attackers. Each strike was fueled by her determination, her belief in the strength of her community. She wouldn't let them fall—not tonight.

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POV: Carl

As the night dragged on, Carl felt the exhaustion weighing on him, his movements slowing as he fought off wave after wave of zombies. But he refused to give in, not when he knew Jenna and the others were counting on him.

He caught a glimpse of Jenna beside him, her face flushed with effort, her eyes fierce. They shared a brief look, a silent acknowledgment of the fight they were in, the bond that kept them moving forward.

"Just a little longer," he muttered, mostly to himself. "We've made it this far."

The moon was beginning to dip toward the horizon, its glow less intense, and he felt a flicker of hope. Dawn was coming, and with it, a chance to turn the tide.

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POV: Jenna

Jenna's arms ached, her body felt heavy, but she pushed herself, driven by a strength she hadn't known she possessed. The blood moon's influence was waning, and she could see the horde starting to slow, their frenzied movements losing momentum.

"We're almost there!" she called out, her voice a mix of exhaustion and triumph. "Hold the line—dawn is coming!"

The settlers rallied around her, their fatigue momentarily forgotten as they fought with renewed energy. Jenna swung her weapon, cutting through the last of the attackers, and felt a surge of relief as the first rays of sunlight broke through the darkness.

The horde began to retreat, their frenzy fading as the blood moon disappeared. Jenna watched as the zombies dispersed, her heart pounding with both relief and pride.

They had survived the blood moon. Together, they had held their ground.

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POV: Rick

As the sun rose, Rick took a deep breath, the tension finally leaving his body. The blood moon was over, and they had weathered the storm. He glanced around at the other survivors, their faces etched with exhaustion but also with a quiet pride.

"We did it," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "We actually made it."

Sarah moved beside him, a tired but grateful smile on her face. "Yeah. We did."

Rick felt a renewed sense of hope as he looked at the people around him, the allies they had fought alongside. They had faced the worst the world could throw at them, and they had come out stronger.

And he knew, in his heart, that they could face whatever came next.

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