Mark nodded, his senses on high alert. The team's coordination was crucial as they approached the potential source of Upper Society's salvation.
However, the shadows seemed to grow darker, concealing potential dangers.
The team, now gathered near the suspected cargo carriage, prepared for the unknown that awaited them inside. Mia, having identified potential threats, relayed the information to the rest of the team.
"Captain, I sense movement inside. It's not just zombies. There's something else," Mia whispered, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the reinforced doors.
Hank nodded, acknowledging the heightened complexity of the situation. "Stay sharp, everyone. We don't know what we're dealing with."
As the team braced themselves, Hank looked at Hobe. "This is your chance to redeem yourself, Hobe. Lead the way. Mark, provide cover. Oscar, be ready for anything."