Day Six of the Apocalypse.
By now, it was rare to see a regular zombie out there. Nearly all of them had evolved into Tier 1.
For anyone who hadn't gotten their hands on a crystal core early on, the window had pretty much slammed shut. Facing a Tier 1 zombie without enhancements? That was suicide. Facing a group? Forget it.
Sure, if you had a gun, that changed things—somewhat.
But most handguns didn't carry enough rounds, and the noise was a death sentence. Fire one shot, and you'd have a dozen more on you in seconds. So unless you had a death wish, you didn't pull the trigger unless you had to.
Which meant the people who'd been too scared to fight in the early days were now stuck. Hiding in corners, waiting for a rescue that might never come.
And rescue… wasn't as simple as they hoped.
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Inside a conference room in Starlight City.
Tension crackled in the air as several high-ranking officials argued around a long table.
