The creatures tore through the camp like a force of nature, their guttural growls and snapping jaws blending into a nightmarish cacophony. The walls that had once offered protection now lay in ruins, splintered wood and twisted metal scattered across the ground. Fires burned across the perimeter, casting everything in a flickering orange glow that made the chaos seem even more surreal.
Mia ducked behind a shattered cart, her knife gripped tightly in her trembling hand. The acrid stench of smoke stung her nose, and every breath felt like inhaling fire. She peeked out just in time to see Caleb shouting orders to a group of survivors, his rifle blazing as he fired into the horde.
"Mia!" Zoe's voice cut through the noise, sharp and urgent.
Mia turned to see her sister fighting off one of the creatures, her knife flashing as she dodged and struck with ruthless precision. Zoe's movements were a blur, her determination unyielding, but even she couldn't fight forever.