POV: Kane
Kane stood at the edge of the forest, his eyes scanning the camp below. From this vantage point, he could see everything—Jenna's playful antics, Carl's cautious demeanor, Rick's tight-lipped determination. It was a delicate balancing act, and all it needed was a slight nudge to collapse.
"Ready?" Theo asked, stepping up beside him.
"Not yet," Kane replied, his tone measured. "The group's cracks are widening, but they're not deep enough. We need them desperate, willing to turn on each other."
Theo frowned. "And if they don't?"
Kane's smile didn't waver. "They will."
He motioned to the shadows behind them, where a cluster of controlled zombies stood waiting. Their glowing veins pulsed faintly, their movements unnervingly coordinated.
"Tonight, we introduce them to something unusual," Kane said, his gaze fixed on the camp. "Let's see how they handle it."
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POV: Jenna
Jenna sat cross-legged by the campfire, twirling her crowbar absentmindedly as she stared into the flames. Her zombie gang sat in a loose circle around her, growling softly like they were sharing some undead secret.
"You know," Jenna said, addressing her gang, "I think we're doing great. Everyone underestimates us, but we've got… spirit. And good teamwork. Kind of."
One of the zombies groaned in response, tilting its head as if to say, Do we?
Jenna sighed. "Okay, so maybe we're not perfect. But we're better than they think."
"Who are you talking to?" Carl asked, appearing out of nowhere.
Jenna nearly jumped, clutching her crowbar. "Don't sneak up on me like that! It's bad for my undead heart."
Carl raised an eyebrow. "You were having a conversation with your zombies."
"They're great listeners," Jenna said defensively. "Unlike some people."
Carl shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You're impossible."
"And yet, here you are," Jenna shot back, grinning.
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POV: Rick
Rick was pacing near the barricades, his mind spinning with plans and contingencies. Every step forward felt like two steps back. The mutants were getting stronger, the group was running low on resources, and the tension between them was growing.
"Rick," Sarah called, pulling him from his thoughts. She was standing by the edge of camp, her knife in hand. "You might want to see this."
Rick hurried over, his stomach tightening as he followed her gaze. In the distance, faint glimmers of light flickered in the darkness, moving in unison.
"Mutants?" Rick asked, his voice low.
Sarah shook her head. "Too coordinated. It's something else."
Rick clenched his jaw. "Get everyone ready. Whatever it is, it's coming this way."
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POV: Jenna
Jenna was in the middle of explaining her "three-step plan for apocalypse survival" to Carl when Rick's voice cut through the camp.
"Everyone to the barricades! Now!"
Jenna groaned, standing and dusting herself off. "I swear, if it's another glowing monster, I'm taking a nap."
Carl didn't respond, already moving toward the barricades. Jenna followed, her zombie gang shuffling along behind her like a rowdy entourage.
"What's the big deal?" Jenna asked as she reached Rick. "Did someone lose a sock?"
Rick ignored her, pointing toward the flickering lights in the distance. "Does that look normal to you?"
Jenna squinted, her playful demeanor fading as the lights grew brighter. The glimmers resolved into a group of figures—zombies, but not like hers. These were sleek, coordinated, their glowing veins pulsing in perfect sync.
"Oh, great," Jenna muttered. "Fancy zombies."
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POV: Kane
Kane watched the camp react to his controlled zombies, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. The group was scrambling, their fear palpable. Perfect.
"Send them in," he said to Theo. "Just enough to scare them."
Theo hesitated. "What if they figure out they're being controlled?"
Kane's smile didn't waver. "They won't."
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POV: Rick
The first wave of controlled zombies hit the barricades with startling precision. They moved in perfect formation, striking with a coordinated efficiency that sent the group reeling.
"These aren't normal!" Sarah shouted, slashing at one of the creatures. "What the hell are we dealing with?"
"Keep them back!" Rick yelled, his knife sinking into a zombie's chest. "We can't let them breach the camp!"
Jenna's gang joined the fray, their growls and flailing limbs adding to the chaos. Jenna herself swung her crowbar wildly, managing to take down two zombies in quick succession.
"Look at us go!" Jenna shouted, grinning. "We're killing it!"
"Focus, Jenna!" Carl barked, his sword cutting through another zombie.
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POV: Kane
Kane watched the chaos with a quiet satisfaction. The group was holding their ground, but just barely. They were strong, yes—but their unity was fragile, and Kane was determined to break it.
"Pull them back," Kane said, motioning to Theo. "Let's see how they regroup."
Theo gave the signal, and the controlled zombies retreated as suddenly as they had appeared, disappearing into the shadows.
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POV: Jenna
Jenna stood panting, her crowbar resting on her shoulder as she surveyed the aftermath. The camp was intact, but just barely. The barricades were battered, the group exhausted.
"Well," Jenna said, breaking the silence. "That was weird."
Rick glared at her. "We're being hunted. And whoever's behind this knows exactly what they're doing."
Jenna frowned, her playful demeanor slipping. "So… what do we do?"
Rick's jaw tightened. "We prepare. And we find out who's pulling the strings."