The decision to leave the relative safety of Mallory's apartment weighed heavily on everyone. Even though the idea of stepping into the chaos outside made her skin crawl, Mallory couldn't shake the growing sense of responsibility. It wasn't just her and her friends anymore—if the Architects really had plans to turn the world into a super-zombie dystopia, someone had to stop them. And, unfortunately, that someone appeared to be her.
The group spent the morning preparing. Altair buried himself in his holographic interface, cross-referencing the data they had gathered from the factory. Kaelyn provided a hand-drawn map of the city with the hospital's location marked with an ominous red X. Zara sharpened her crowbar with methodical precision, while Vanessa triple-checked their supplies, grumbling under her breath about Mallory's casual approach to packing.
