Inside the compound, everything was as calm as ever. People went about their routines like nothing was happening.
But the sharper-eyed ones could tell the military was acting… off today.
Recon teams kept heading out in waves, and there was obvious movement around the armory—big movement.
It didn't take a genius to guess something major was about to go down.
Meanwhile, fifteen miles out from Clearford's compound, in a stretch of ruined buildings—
A group of scouts, dressed in clothes that matched the gray-brown rubble around them, were spread out with binoculars, carefully sweeping every inch of the horizon.
"Look—over there!"
A soldier on the left stabbed a finger toward the distance, his face going pale with shock.
The others snapped their binoculars up.
A second later, their expressions matched his.
In the distance, a massive pack of black-skinned—no, black-furred—mutant beasts came charging straight toward them.
