As dawn broke over the wasteland, Damien and Mira continued along the barren path, both exhausted from the skirmish on the bridge and Bishop’s sudden betrayal. The air was thick with a tense silence, broken only by the soft crunch of gravel beneath their boots. Damien’s mind whirred with thoughts of their fractured alliance, while Mira clutched the amulet, her resolve harder than ever.
Their destination was the notorious Warden’s Post—a fortified settlement said to hold critical intel on the Zombie King’s movements. It was one of the few places where survivors gathered, sharing resources and stories of the world before. If there was any hope of understanding Bishop’s plan, they’d find it here.
As they approached the settlement, a guard called out, weapon raised. “State your business, travelers!”
Damien stepped forward, hands raised. “We’re here to see the Warden. We have information about Bishop.”