Safe Zone…
Dozens of military transport trucks rumbled through the gates of the Safe Zone, engines growling low under the weight of their cargo.
Colonel Reyes led the convoy himself—nearly three thousand soldiers deployed for this mission. After two grueling days, they'd finally hauled back a massive cache of weapons and ammunition.
Seven miles. That was the distance. Before the world fell apart, it would've taken thirty minutes, tops.
But in the apocalypse? It took two full days.
They'd had to detour around the zoo—fourteen extra miles—just to avoid the mutated beasts rumored to be nesting there. And even then, the roads were choked with the undead. They didn't travel so much as carve a path in blood.
By the time their ammo ran dry, the soldiers were fighting hand-to-hand. Losses were heavy. Brutal.
But they made it. They reached the armory. And once they were loaded up, the return trip was a different story entirely—one long, relentless sweep of firepower.
