Silas's voice broke through the comms again, static crackling under a rising wall of noise. "Hundreds of them, Ara! More flooding down the avenue every second! And they're not acting like the ones we know—they're moving together and synchronized, like something's leading them!"Ara froze. Cold sweat crept up the back of her neck. In her past life, the infected had been mindless, fast, scattered—pure feral instinct, with no coordination. If they were forming up into an organized siege now, before the outbreak had even fully spread through the city, something in the timeline had changed.The office doors burst open. Ronan stormed in, fully geared, rifle in hand, sidearms strapped to his thighs. Dinklage came right behind him, his mechanical arm catching the red emergency light. Maksim, Milana, and Freddy filed in after them, along with six more armed players.Every eye in the room landed on Ara. The air was thick, waiting for direction.She took a breath, steadying her hands, and gave t
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