Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

Chapter 389 Story 389: The First Strike

The bunker had become an unspoken headquarters. Weapons gleamed faintly in the dim light, ammunition organized into neat piles. The air felt heavy—alive with the sense that something was shifting. Zara stood at the far end of the room, unfurling the map across a rusted table as Liv and Davis leaned in.

"This," Zara began, tapping a red circle etched into the map, "is the supply depot. The King's men use it to store weapons, rations, and fuel. If we hit it, we cripple his resources and buy ourselves time."

Davis shifted uneasily. "It'll be crawling with his enforcers."

"Exactly," Zara replied. "They won't expect amateurs like you to strike first." Her gaze hardened. "That's why we won't be amateurs anymore."

The room fell silent. The group understood what Zara was offering them: a sliver of hope in a world that had taught them to expect nothing but death.

The morning air was cold as steel. Zara crouched behind a crumbling wall, her breathing steady despite the tension swirling through her veins. Liv, Davis, and two others—Riley and Cam—were crouched nearby, their faces pale but determined. Each carried a weapon Zara had given them.

"Remember the plan," she whispered. "We create chaos, move quickly, and get out. No unnecessary risks."

Through the smoke, Zara spotted reinforcements pouring from the forest's edge—enforcers with their grotesque masks and brutal efficiency.

"Time's up!" Zara shouted. "Fall back!"

Liv hesitated for half a second, staring at the burning trucks. Zara grabbed her arm. "We're not dying here!"

They ran, bullets snapping at their heels as the depot disappeared behind them in a cloud of smoke and fire. By the time they reached the tree line, Zara allowed herself a glance back. The depot was destroyed.

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