Damien Rook walked through the skeletal remains of a once-thriving town, now swallowed by nature. Vines wove through shattered windows, and rusted signs hung from collapsed buildings. It had been weeks since his encounter with Elias, and though Elias was gone, the grip of the Zombie King’s influence lingered. But rumors had reached Damien’s ears of a supposed "safe haven" nearby, a place untouched by the infection—a glimmer of hope he needed to confirm for himself.
As he moved through the narrow alleyways, Mira kept pace beside him. She had become his closest ally and confidant, someone who understood the weight of their survival. A quiet camaraderie had grown between them, one forged in battle and tempered by shared loss. Today, that connection felt stronger.
“So,” Mira said, her voice breaking the silence, “do you think this place actually exists? A cure, hidden away in some fortress?”