The compound loomed ahead, its crude walls appearing even more imposing as they drew closer. Alex's heart was pounding in his chest, a mix of relief and caution tightening his throat. They had made it—at least for now. But the sense of security was fleeting. There was always another danger waiting, just beyond the horizon.
As they approached the large gates, Sarah turned to face them. Her face was hard, but her eyes flickered with something Alex couldn't quite read—was it exhaustion or something else? Something deeper, perhaps?
"Stay close," she said in a low voice, her hand moving to the side to signal them forward. "You might want to keep your weapons at hand. Things get... chaotic in there."
Alex's gaze narrowed. "What do you mean by 'chaotic'?"
Sarah didn't answer directly. She just nodded toward the gate. "You'll see for yourself soon enough."
The gates creaked as they swung open, revealing a dimly lit courtyard. The compound was a strange sight—makeshift barricades constructed from scavenged metal and wood, fire barrels casting long shadows, and survivors moving quickly between the buildings, their eyes darting nervously as they went about their business.
Lena leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "This place doesn't feel right, Alex."
Alex didn't disagree, but he was too tired to think of a solution. For now, they had to stay.
"We don't have much choice," he murmured, glancing over at the others. Jack had already fallen into step behind Sarah, and the tension between them had become almost palpable. Jack had insisted on bringing them here, but now Alex wasn't so sure it had been the right decision.
Sarah led them through the compound, past a few scattered survivors who paid little attention to them as they passed. They were all too absorbed in their own survival, their faces hollow with fear. It was clear that this place wasn't some kind of safe haven—it was just another stop in the long, grinding march of survival. Alex's gut twisted. If this was the best they could do, how much longer could they keep going?
They reached a building at the far side of the compound. It was a small, single-story structure, but its heavy metal door seemed secure enough. Sarah pushed it open and motioned for them to follow her inside.
Inside, the air was thick with the smell of sweat, gun oil, and food that had long since lost its freshness. The walls were lined with shelves, some of which were stocked with supplies, while others were bare. There was a single lightbulb overhead, flickering weakly. At the far end of the room, a few people sat around a table, their eyes tired but alert. They were armed, their hands resting near their weapons as they watched Sarah closely.
"Everyone, we've got visitors," Sarah announced, her voice blunt. "They're with me. Don't make it harder than it has to be."
The group around the table exchanged glances. One man, tall and wiry with a grizzled face, leaned forward and studied Alex and Lena. His eyes were sharp, and his posture screamed authority.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
Alex stiffened. This was it—the moment where they would either be accepted or turned away.
"We need shelter," Alex replied, trying to keep his tone even, though his nerves were frayed. "We're just looking for a place to stay. For a while."
The man didn't respond immediately. Instead, he gestured to one of the women at the table, a younger woman with short-cropped hair, who stood and walked over to Alex and Lena.
She was inspecting them with the same kind of calculated curiosity, her eyes flicking to their weapons before meeting their gaze.
"Let me guess," she said, her voice dripping with suspicion. "You're survivors. Just like the rest of us, looking for a place to hide out."
Alex nodded, trying to remain calm, but the weight of their situation was wearing on him. They couldn't stay here forever. They needed to find a real solution, not just a temporary stop.
"We didn't come here to take your resources," Lena said, her voice steady. "We just need somewhere to rest for a bit."
The woman didn't seem convinced. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "This place isn't a charity. Everyone here is fighting for their own survival. You're not the first to wander in looking for handouts, and you won't be the last."
Alex opened his mouth to speak, but before he could respond, Sarah stepped forward, cutting off any further exchange.
"She's with us," Sarah said firmly, her voice commanding. "If you have a problem with that, take it up with me."
The man with the grizzled face, who had been silent up until now, stood up, his chair scraping across the concrete floor. He looked at Sarah for a moment, then turned his gaze to Alex and Lena.
"Fine," he said gruffly. "You can stay. But don't think for a second that you're free to roam around here like it's a hotel. If you want to stay, you contribute. You pull your weight. If you can't do that, you leave. Simple as that."
Alex didn't hesitate. He nodded. "We understand."
It was the only answer he could give. For now, it was enough. They were alive, and that was all that mattered.
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Later that night, after the initial introductions had been made and they had been shown to a small room to rest in, Alex found himself alone, sitting against the wall in the dim light. His mind was still buzzing with the events of the day—the betrayal from Derek and Jack, the unsettling encounter with the group at the compound, and the lingering questions about whether they were truly safe here.
Lena was lying on the cot beside him, her eyes closed, but Alex could tell she wasn't asleep. She had that same restless energy he felt—something in the pit of his stomach telling him that even here, in this supposed refuge, they weren't out of danger.
There was no such thing as safety anymore. Not really.
As Alex lay back, staring up at the cracked ceiling, his thoughts kept returning to the moment when Jack had come back. It didn't make sense. Why would Jack betray them to join Derek in the first place, only to turn around and bring them to this place? Alex couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that there was more to the story than Jack was telling.
He closed his eyes and let out a long, tired breath. For the moment, there was nothing they could do but wait. Tomorrow, they would have to face whatever new challenges awaited them in the compound. And, as always, they would have to survive.
But even as sleep began to pull him under, a gnawing fear lingered in the back of his mind.
The infected were closing in, their grotesque forms becoming more visible as the daylight dwindled. Alex's pulse hammered in his ears, his grip tightening around his weapon. His eyes darted around the barricades, assessing the weak points. The survivors had done their best to fortify the compound, but it wasn't enough. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him. The danger was tangible.
"We need to keep moving," Sarah said urgently, her voice cutting through the chaos. Her face was pale but determined as she looked over at Alex. "The infected are too many, and we can't hold out here much longer."
Lena stood beside Alex, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Her normally calm demeanor had shifted, replaced by an intensity he rarely saw. "How much longer until we can escape?"
"I don't know," Alex admitted. His mind was racing, trying to come up with a solution that wouldn't end in disaster. The infected were relentless, and the barricades wouldn't last forever.
"Move!" Sarah shouted, pointing toward the open ground just beyond the barricades. "We need to find an escape route before they surround us."
There was no time to question. Alex grabbed Lena's arm, pulling her towards the opening in the barricade. The others followed, moving quickly but quietly. The infected were close, their guttural moans and shuffling feet drawing nearer with every second. The air was thick with the smell of decay and desperation.
The group broke through the barricades, sprinting into the woods that surrounded the compound. The trees were dense, their dark shapes offering some cover from the growing number of infected. Alex could hear the shrieks of the infected in the distance, the sound of their pursuit growing louder. He pushed his legs harder, his breath coming in sharp bursts. The others were keeping up, but he could tell they were starting to wear out. They hadn't had the luxury of a good night's sleep in days.
"Keep moving!" Sarah yelled, turning back to look at them, her eyes wide with determination.
Lena stumbled behind Alex, her breath labored, but she didn't slow down. Alex risked a glance at her, his concern flashing in his mind. "Lena, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she panted. "Just… keep going."
They pushed through the dense underbrush, the sounds of the infected still in pursuit. They needed to get to higher ground, to somewhere they could see their attackers coming. But there was no guarantee of safety. The world had changed. The rules had changed.
Hours passed before they reached the top of a ridge. They were out of breath, their bodies aching from the exertion, but they had managed to put some distance between themselves and the infected. For the moment, they were safe. But Alex knew it wouldn't last long. The infected were relentless, and they wouldn't stop until they had nothing left to chase.
They huddled together, catching their breath as they surveyed the area around them. The trees were dense, and the underbrush thick, but they had no real way of knowing if the infected had followed them. There was only one thing they could do—keep moving.
"We need to find a place to rest," Alex said, his voice hoarse. "We can't keep running like this. Not forever."
Sarah nodded, her eyes scanning the horizon. "I agree. But we're not out of the woods yet. We need to find shelter, a place we can fortify and defend."
Lena, always the pragmatic one, spoke up. "We can't stay here. The infected could find us if they keep following our trail."
She was right. Alex's mind raced, trying to think of options. They needed a plan, and fast.
"We'll move north," he said finally. "We need to find a place that can give us some kind of advantage. Somewhere defensible."
The group agreed silently, each person knowing that survival depended on their ability to think ahead and remain one step ahead of the infected. They didn't have the luxury of hesitation.
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Nightfall came quickly, and with it, a chill that made every breath feel sharp and cold. The group moved through the forest, trying to stay quiet, not knowing if the infected were still nearby or if they had managed to slip past them unnoticed.
They came across a small abandoned cabin, nestled between two towering pines. It wasn't much, but it was a potential refuge. The windows were boarded up, and the door appeared to be intact.
"Let's check it out," Sarah suggested, her voice barely a whisper.
They approached cautiously, their eyes darting around for any signs of danger. Alex stood at the ready, his weapon raised as they made their way to the door. Lena pushed the door open slowly, the creak of the hinges loud in the otherwise still night air. The cabin was dark inside, the smell of rot and mildew heavy in the air.
They moved inside, scanning the area. There were remnants of what looked like an old life—furniture covered in dust, a table littered with papers, and a fireplace that had long since gone cold. But the most important thing was that the cabin was secure. There were no signs of the infected, and the door closed tightly behind them.
"We'll stay here for the night," Alex said, his voice weary but relieved. "We'll fortify the door and keep watch. Tomorrow, we move out again."
They settled into the cabin, each person claiming a corner to rest. The silence was deafening. For the first time in what felt like days, they had a moment of peace. But Alex knew it wouldn't last. The world outside had changed, and they were only as safe as their ability to adapt.
As he lay down on the cold floor, exhaustion finally caught up with him. His eyes fluttered closed, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to drift into a restless sleep. But the nagging thought in the back of his mind never stopped.
How long would they last?
As Alex lay on the cold floor of the cabin, his mind raced, unable to find peace in the stillness. The flickering shadows cast by the dying embers of a fire created an eerie atmosphere, and despite the exhaustion that weighed heavily on him, sleep remained elusive. His thoughts kept returning to the unknown—how many more of the infected were out there? Was this place safe enough to truly hide? They had outrun the danger for now, but that didn't mean they were safe.
The others were scattered around the cabin, each person lost in their own thoughts. Lena was curled up near the wall, her face drawn with exhaustion, but her eyes still wide open, scanning the room. Sarah sat near the door, her rifle across her lap, every muscle tense as she kept watch. Jack, ever the optimist, had found an old chair in the corner and leaned back, though it was clear the weight of the world had settled heavily on his shoulders.
The silence in the cabin was broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire and the sound of wind whipping outside. But then, a distant noise reached Alex's ears—a faint sound, almost like a tapping. He sat up slowly, straining to listen, his senses on high alert. The others hadn't heard it, or perhaps they were pretending not to, unwilling to acknowledge the possibility of more danger.
The sound grew louder, unmistakable now. It wasn't just the wind. Someone—something—was outside.
He stood up carefully, his boots making little sound against the wooden floor as he moved toward the window. Slowly, he crouched down, peering through the gaps in the rotting wood. The darkness outside was impenetrable, but there were shapes moving—shadows too defined to be just the sway of trees.
"Sarah," Alex whispered, barely audible. She looked up sharply, catching his eyes.
"I hear it," she said softly, her hand already reaching for her weapon. The others shifted, instantly aware of the change in the air. This was it. The tension was palpable.
Lena stood up, her face drawn tight with concern. "Are they back? More infected?"
Alex didn't answer immediately. He couldn't afford to jump to conclusions. It could be someone else—another survivor, or worse, another group of infected. He motioned for Sarah to join him at the window. She did so swiftly, crouching beside him and scanning the area outside.
For a moment, there was nothing but the night, the eerie stillness of the woods around them. But then, a figure stepped into the dim light, emerging from the trees with a slow, deliberate gait.
It wasn't one of the infected.
Alex's breath hitched in his chest as he saw the figure more clearly. It was a man, tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a jacket that seemed to have once been red but was now stained with dirt and blood. He walked cautiously, as if aware of the danger lurking in the shadows. He paused near the cabin, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Who the hell is that?" Lena asked, her voice a whisper of tension.
"I don't know," Alex replied, his voice barely a murmur. His fingers tightened around his weapon, ready to react at a moment's notice.
The man moved closer to the door, pausing as if to listen. The cabin was deathly quiet, all of them frozen in place, waiting. He didn't seem to notice them. Or perhaps he did, but didn't care.
Sarah motioned for the others to stay low as she crept toward the door, preparing herself for whatever might happen next. Alex's heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't risk being caught off guard again. They had made it this far by being vigilant.
The man knocked on the door—three sharp, deliberate raps. The sound echoed through the cabin like a thunderclap.
"Who's there?" Sarah called out, her voice steady despite the tension in her body. She kept her rifle trained on the door, her finger resting lightly on the trigger.
There was a pause. The figure outside seemed to hesitate, almost as if weighing his options.
"I'm not here to hurt you," the man's voice came through the crack in the door. It was rough, hoarse, but unmistakably human. "I need help. Please, I don't have much time."
Alex exchanged a glance with Sarah, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. The man's words didn't sit right with him, and he knew better than to trust anyone too quickly. But there was something about the desperation in his voice that made Alex hesitate. The man wasn't demanding entry, just asking for help.
"We don't know you," Sarah said cautiously. "How do we know you're not bringing the infected with you?"
"I've been running for days," the man responded, his tone urgent. "I've seen what they do. I'm alone. Please. Let me in."
There was something in his voice—raw, desperate—that made Sarah pause. She exchanged another look with Alex, who nodded, signaling for her to lower her weapon. They didn't have time to argue; every second counted.
She opened the door just enough to peek through. The man was standing there, breathless, his face covered in grime and blood. His eyes were wild, but there was no sign of infection.
"Alright," she said, her voice cold but decisive. "Come inside. But if you're lying—"
"I'm not lying," the man said quickly, stepping forward as soon as the door cracked open. "Thank you."
As he stepped into the cabin, the others tensed, eyes watching him warily. He was a stranger, and trust was a currency in short supply these days. But the moment he entered, his demeanor changed. He visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumping as if a heavy burden had been lifted from them.
"I don't know how long I can keep running," the man said, looking around the room at the group. "The infected are everywhere. I need somewhere safe, somewhere I can rest."
Alex studied him carefully, trying to read his every word. Was he telling the truth? Or was he just another desperate man with a story?
"You're safe for now," Alex replied cautiously. "But don't get comfortable. We're leaving in the morning. If you're planning on staying, you need to be ready to move."
The man nodded quickly, understanding the rules. "I can help. I know the area. I might be able to scout ahead, make sure we aren't walking into a trap."
Sarah, though still wary, seemed to consider his offer. "Alright. But don't think for one second that we'll trust you completely."
The man gave a slight nod, accepting the unspoken terms.
"We'll talk more in the morning," Alex said, his voice firm. "For now, rest. We've got a long road ahead."
As the man settled down in the corner, Alex couldn't shake the feeling that their luck was about to run out. New faces, new dangers—could they really trust this stranger? The night stretched on, heavy with unanswered questions.
The silence that followed the man's arrival was suffocating. The group remained tense, each person waiting for something—anything—to break the stillness. Outside, the sounds of the world beyond the cabin were muted, the wind howling through the trees like a distant warning. Inside, the cabin was dim, the only light coming from the dying fire. The man settled into the corner without saying much more, his eyes darting to each person in turn. He was studying them, sizing them up, as they were doing to him.
Lena sat near the fire, her eyes narrow and calculating, as she always was when it came to new people. Jack was watching the man as well, but he kept his thoughts to himself. Alex, on the other hand, couldn't stop his mind from running wild. Every moment felt like a potential trap. Trust was a luxury they could no longer afford, not since everything changed. They had learned the hard way that survival depended on one thing: suspicion. Even in the safest of places, there could be danger lurking.
"Where did you come from?" Sarah asked the man, her voice calm but firm, her eyes still cautious. "And why are you out there alone?"
The man shifted slightly, as though the question caught him off guard. He scratched at his unshaven jaw and leaned back against the wall. "I was with a group," he said, his voice low and rough. "But things… things went bad. We were surrounded by them—infected—just a few days ago. I lost everyone. I'm the only one left."
The words hit like a cold slap to the face. Alex could see the truth in the man's eyes. He wasn't lying, at least not about that. The man was clearly weary, physically and emotionally drained by the weight of his loss.
"I couldn't stay. I had to keep moving," he continued, his gaze dropping to the floor. "It's only a matter of time before they come for me, too."
"You said you know the area," Lena interjected, her voice sharp. "Where exactly are we? How far are we from the nearest safe zone?"
The man glanced up at her, a glimmer of something like hope flashing in his eyes. "Safe zones aren't what they used to be. Things have changed. The last one I knew about is over a hundred miles to the west, but it's been months since I heard anything from them. Chances are, it's been overrun."
The words sent a chill down Alex's spine. A hundred miles. That was a daunting distance. And the idea that any safe zone could have been overrun only reinforced the harsh reality they faced. They were alone, with no help coming. It was just them against the world.
"Then we keep moving," Sarah said, her voice resolute. "We can't afford to stay here forever. We need to find a place where we can start over. There's no time to waste."
The man nodded in agreement, his expression unreadable. "I can guide you. I know where the roads are, the ones least likely to be crawling with infected. It's a long shot, but it's better than wandering blind."
Alex exchanged a look with Sarah. Trusting him was a gamble, but what choice did they have? They couldn't keep running without a plan. He had to admit, having someone who knew the area was a relief.
"We'll leave at first light," Alex decided, finally breaking the silence. "In the meantime, we rest. Get ready."
The man nodded again, settling into the corner. His body slumped as though the weight of his journey was finally catching up to him. Alex turned his attention to the others. "We keep watch through the night. No one sleeps until we know what's out there."
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Hours passed. The cabin was still and quiet, save for the occasional crack of wood from the fire. The tension was suffocating. Even though they had someone with them now, the feeling of being on edge didn't leave. Alex couldn't help but wonder if they had made a mistake—if trusting this stranger would end in disaster. He had seen it happen too many times before.
The night dragged on, the minutes slipping by in a haze of restless thoughts. He checked his weapon again, making sure everything was in working order. He had lost count of how many times he had done this since everything started, but it never hurt to be prepared. The infected didn't give warnings.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the first light of dawn broke through the cracks in the cabin's wooden walls. The fire was nearly out, and the world outside was still covered in a heavy fog. The air was thick with the promise of a new day, one that could bring either salvation or further danger.
"Let's move," Alex said, his voice low but firm.
The others stirred, gathering their gear, checking their weapons one last time before stepping outside. The cabin had served its purpose for the night, but it was time to leave it behind.
The man, who had been silent for most of the night, finally spoke as he stood up. "I'll lead the way," he said, his voice steady now. "Follow me closely. It's not safe out there, not yet."
They followed him without question, moving as quietly as possible through the thick fog that had settled over the woods. The man's knowledge of the land seemed to serve them well, as he led them down narrow paths that Alex had never noticed before. The trees were dense, their twisted branches reaching out like skeletal hands, but the man maneuvered through the woods with ease. He knew this place. He knew how to survive.
As they moved deeper into the forest, Alex couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. His senses were on high alert, every rustle of the trees sending a jolt through his body. The infected could be anywhere, hidden in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
But nothing happened. The day wore on, and they continued to move. The man was quiet, his eyes scanning the area constantly. It was clear he wasn't taking any chances, and Alex was grateful for it.
By mid-afternoon, they reached a clearing. The sun filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the ground. The man stopped, turning to face the group.
"We're safe for now," he said, his voice carrying a sense of finality. "But don't let your guard down. Not here, not ever."
Alex nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. They had made it this far, but the road ahead was uncertain. The infected were still out there, and survival had never been more precarious.
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Chapter 9: The Refuge (Continued)
The air was thick with anticipation, and the silence that hung over the group seemed to deepen with each passing second. The man had led them into the clearing, but it was clear that this place, while safe for the moment, wasn't an ideal location for long-term rest. The infected could easily track them here, and there was no telling how long it would be before another group—human or otherwise—would find them.
Lena broke the silence first, her voice low and strained. "What now? We can't keep moving like this. We need to find something more sustainable."
Alex glanced around the clearing, taking in the dense trees that surrounded them. There was a small stream running nearby, its sound faint but constant, providing a sense of calm amidst the chaos. The man—still unnamed—was already pacing back and forth, his face grim. Despite his earlier assurances, Alex could see the uncertainty in his eyes.
"We need to keep moving. I know a place," the man said suddenly, halting in his tracks. His voice was rough, as though he had been carrying the weight of too many burdens. "It's an old farm about ten miles from here. If we hurry, we can make it by nightfall. It's fortified. I used to stay there with my group before everything went to hell."
Alex studied him for a moment, considering the offer. "Why didn't you stay?" he asked, not bothering to hide the skepticism in his voice. "If it's so safe, why aren't you there now?"
The man's jaw clenched. His eyes darted to the ground. "It was overrun. I didn't want to talk about it, but I can't run forever. You don't know what it's like to watch everyone you care about get slaughtered."
Alex felt the weight of the man's words. The group had suffered their own losses, but hearing it from someone else, especially someone who had survived this long, made the reality of their situation all the more tangible.
"What happened?" Lena asked softly, her voice gentler now.
The man shook his head. "I'd rather not go into it."
The answer was simple, but the man's reluctance to share more was clear. It didn't take much to guess why. The horrors of this new world left scars that ran deep, and some things could never be shared, not even with strangers.
"We can still try it," Alex said, cutting through the tension. "If it's fortified, it's worth checking out. But we move fast, and we don't take unnecessary risks. We all stay alert."
The man nodded slowly, his eyes scanning the trees around them as though expecting an ambush. "Agreed. And if we don't make it by sundown, we find shelter again. No exceptions."
Jack stepped forward, rubbing his hands together to warm them against the cool air. "Ten miles, huh? We've done worse."
"We'll make it," Sarah added. "We've got no choice."
With no time to waste, the group gathered their things and began the trek toward the farm. As they walked, Alex kept his eyes peeled, every crack of a branch or gust of wind making him tense. The world outside was a minefield, and the infected weren't the only danger they had to fear.
The terrain was rugged, with thick underbrush and uneven ground, but the man navigated it as if he had lived here all his life. He moved with purpose, his steps sure and steady. Every so often, he would glance back at the group, his eyes calculating. The others followed in a tight formation, moving as quietly as possible, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of leaves and dirt.
The further they went, the more Alex found himself questioning the man's story. There was something about him—an air of mystery that didn't sit right. He knew the land too well, but why had he been alone for so long? He had mentioned a group, but had they really been wiped out, or was there something more to his tale?
Despite the questions nagging at him, Alex pushed the doubts aside. Right now, they needed the man's knowledge. They couldn't afford to waste time second-guessing every decision. Trust had become a rare commodity, and every choice they made had to be calculated carefully.
By the time the sun reached its zenith, the group had made considerable progress. They had crossed several streams and trudged through thick patches of woods, their muscles aching from the exertion. The man remained quiet, his expression unreadable, but there was something in the way he walked that told Alex he wasn't just guiding them—he was trying to outrun something.
"How much farther?" Lena asked, her voice strained from the constant movement. Her usual composure was slipping as fatigue set in.
"We're close," the man replied, his voice still steady, though the faintest hint of urgency was beginning to creep into his tone.
Alex could feel the tension rising in the air. They were near the outskirts of the woods now, and ahead, he could make out the faint outline of a building. It looked dilapidated, but it was a structure nonetheless. A sign of hope. Or perhaps, a trap.
"I don't like this," Sarah muttered under her breath, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement. "This place doesn't feel right."
Alex didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the building ahead. They were almost there. But with every step, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.
They reached the clearing, and there, just ahead, stood the farm. It was smaller than Alex had imagined, but it was fortified—boards nailed to windows, a rusted barbed-wire fence surrounding the perimeter. It was clear that whoever had lived here had tried to make it as secure as possible. But now, it was abandoned, its gates hanging loosely as though time had forgotten it.
The man walked ahead, leading them to a gap in the fence. "This is it," he said quietly. "We can rest here for the night."
Alex stayed silent, looking around carefully. Something was off. The place seemed too quiet. Too still.
"Let's check the place out first," he said, his voice firm. "Stay alert."
They approached cautiously, their steps slow and deliberate. Every creak of the wood, every rustle of the trees seemed louder now, amplifying the unease that had settled over the group.
"Stay close," Alex whispered.
The man led them to the front door of the farmhouse, pushing it open slowly. The hinges groaned under the pressure, echoing through the quiet air. Inside, the faint smell of mildew and old wood lingered, but the place was still intact. The furniture had been left behind in a hurry, and dust covered nearly every surface. The windows were boarded up, but there was no sign of the infected or any other survivors. It felt… empty.
Alex exchanged a glance with Sarah and Jack. Something about this felt wrong. Too easy. After everything they had been through, they had become experts at sensing danger, and this place was practically brimming with it.
"We'll take a quick look around," Alex said, keeping his voice low. "Everyone spread out, but stay within sight of each other."
Lena nodded, her eyes sharp. Jack hesitated for a moment but then moved off toward the back room, while Sarah checked the front door's lock. Alex moved toward the stairs, his senses on high alert. He couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just an abandoned farm. It felt like a trap—like someone or something was waiting, watching, just beyond the corners of the room.
"Stay sharp," Alex murmured, scanning the upstairs from the bottom of the stairs. The wood creaked under his feet as he ascended cautiously, his hand gripping the gun tightly.
The air grew colder as he reached the second floor. The windows up here had been covered with cloth, blocking out the sun completely. It was eerily dark, and the shadows seemed to stretch longer than they should have. Alex stepped forward into the room, his mind racing through the possibilities. What if the man had led them into a dead end, or worse—a trap set by others, or perhaps the infected?
He moved toward a small bedroom, its door slightly ajar. His hand reached out, pushing it open just enough to peer inside. The room was empty, save for some old furniture covered in sheets. A broken chair sat in the corner, and a small desk against the far wall had papers scattered across it. Nothing that screamed danger, but that only made Alex more uneasy. They had gotten too comfortable too quickly.
As he stepped into the room to investigate further, he heard the faintest sound—footsteps, coming from below. Then, a low voice, murmuring unintelligibly. The man. Something had shifted.
Alex's heart skipped a beat. "Get out!" he shouted.
But it was too late.
The door slammed shut behind him with a force that made the walls tremble. The trap was sprung.