The helicopter slowed slightly as everyone stared.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Even the officers, men who had seen death, war, destruction, and horror, were frozen in place by the scale of it.
Eva's hands tightened slowly.
Helen's breathing became heavier.
Ethan felt his chest tighten as he stared down at the endless mass, his mind racing, his thoughts heavy, his heart pounding, because for the first time since the disaster began, he wasn't just seeing zombies as enemies anymore, he was seeing them as a force, a moving disaster, a living extinction event that could swallow cities without effort.
Helen finally broke the silence, her voice low and shaken.
"Where are they all going?"
The officer beside her swallowed before answering.
"Atlanta."
The word hit harder this time.
Because now it wasn't just a destination.
It was a threat.
It was a warning.
It was a future disaster waiting to happen.
