The journey was arduous. They faced hordes of the infected, treacherous terrain, and the ever-present threat of starvation and dehydration. But Jason, fueled by a dark energy, pushed them forward, his eyes burning with an unnatural light.
They reached the abandoned hospital, the epicenter of the outbreak, a towering edifice of despair. The air was thick with the stench of decay, the cries of the infected echoing through the halls like a mournful symphony.
Inside, they found a hidden laboratory, its equipment rusted and decaying. But amidst the debris, they found something else – a cryptic message scrawled on the wall in blood red: "It begins."
Jason, his eyes gleaming with a chilling intensity, traced the message with his finger. "It begins indeed," he whispered, a sinister smile playing on his lips.