Véra, who always had something to say, kept her lips sealed, a cold sweat running down her temple.
As for Harry, the follower, he stared at Gabriela, desperately searching for an answer, reassurance, a solution.
But there was nothing.
Gabriela – The Weight of Failure
Gabriela, always upright, always in control, stared at the screens without blinking.
But this time, her impassive mask hid a deep unease.
She didn't know the man standing next to Léna.
But Léna alone had been enough to shatter all their certainties.
She had wanted to believe the girl was just a traitor, that she didn't know what she was saying...
But Léna had seen the truth before they did.
And now, Gabriela understood.
In a chilling voice, she declared:
— "We have a serious problem."
No one answered.
Because everyone already knew.
The Unthinkable Happens
Alarms suddenly blared across the control room.
— "What?!" cried a technician as he looked at the monitors.
The sensors had just detected an intrusion... in the bunker's lounge.
— "That's impossible… No one can get in without going through the main entrance!"
Gabriela, eyes locked on the screens, felt a cold shiver run down her spine.
On the monitors, three silhouettes had just appeared as if by magic in the middle of the luxurious lounge.
Sol. Léna. And the special zombie.
The enemy was inside.
Reactions in the Control Room
The group of young people froze, unable to breathe.
Amber, usually so calculating, opened her mouth… but no sound came out.
Véra, always provocative, whispered:
— "They… They're inside?"
She wasn't joking anymore.
Loïs, greedy and opportunistic, instinctively stepped back.
— "We're screwed."
Gary, arrogant but never brave, clung to the edge of a table, his breath short.
Liam, who always had unshakable confidence in himself, was speechless for once.
Harry, the follower, scanned the control room, searching for an escape…
But there was nowhere to run.
Gabriela, with icy composure, clenched her teeth and ordered:
— "Activate the lounge's lockdown protocol. No one in, no one out."
The technicians frantically typed on their keyboards...
But something was wrong.
One of them turned pale and slowly looked toward Gabriela.
— "Ma'am… the system isn't responding."
A terrifying silence fell upon the room.
Sol was inside the bunker.
And this time...
He was the one setting the rules.
A Chilling Invitation
On the control room screen, Sol smiled, serene, as if everything was unfolding exactly as he planned.
He calmly raised his hand and waved casually at the camera, as if greeting old friends.
— "Why stay in there trembling?" he said in a smooth voice.
— "Join us. After all, we're inside now."
A shiver ran through the control room.
Véra bit her lip, feeling panic rising.
Amber, who always had a plan, remained silent.
Liam clenched his fists, trying to maintain his composure despite the clear and present danger.
Gary, normally cocky, whispered:
— "This is a nightmare..."
Harry, always hiding behind others, couldn't stop trembling.
Loïs, bitterly, muttered:
— "We're going, right? Because at this point, we don't really have a choice."
Gabriela: Still the Adult in the Room
Gabriela took a deep breath.
She could feel the fear radiating from each of the young people around her.
But she didn't have the luxury of giving in.
She was the responsible adult here.
She looked at them one by one, her determined gaze anchoring them in reality.
— "Breathe."
The group nearly jumped at the command.
— "You're alive. You still have a choice."
She pointed to the exit.
— "But if you want to survive… then follow me. Now."
And without waiting for their answer, Gabriela opened the door and stepped confidently toward the lounge.
After a moment of hesitation, the group followed her, almost mechanically.
No one wanted to be left alone.
A Presentation… and an Offer
The lounge, usually a luxurious refuge, had become a stage of pure tension.
Sol stood at the center, his ever-pristine white trousers contrasting starkly with the oppressive air.
Beside him, Léna, arms crossed, gazed coldly at those who had once been her friends.
And behind them, the special zombie, unmoving—but its presence alone made the air feel suffocating.
Gabriela and her group stopped a few meters away, on high alert.
Sol gave a slight nod, as if to salute their courage for showing up.
— "Good, good. You're here."
His smile widened.
— "Let me introduce myself. My name is Sol. I'm… let's say, an observer. And today, I come with an offer."
His gaze swept across the group, analyzing each reaction.
— "You've seen what human order has brought you during this apocalypse. Fear. Betrayal. Weakness."
He took a step forward, his voice bewitching, piercing through their defenses.
— "I can offer you something else."
He opened his arms, as if embracing their destiny.
— "Power. Understanding. A place in the new order that's coming."
His sharp gaze landed on Gabriela.
— "So… what will you choose?"
Sol's Story: A Lesson in Survival
Sol raised a hand slowly, his eyes scanning the room.
— "Before you answer, let me tell you something."
His voice was soft, almost hypnotic, but his gaze revealed a chilling depth.
The young people froze, uncertain of what was coming next.
Léna, silent, simply observed their reactions.
Gabriela, still in a defensive stance, never took her eyes off Sol.
Hayden's Group – Their Battle
Sol stepped forward just slightly, ramping up the tension.
— "Your pretty little bunker is nice. But do you have any idea what's going on out there?"
Amber clenched her jaw but said nothing.