They all moved to their designated positions, the air thick with anticipation and the distant, constant groans of the undead. A.D., in the main power room, initiated a short circuit. The lights flickered, then died, plunging the camp into momentary darkness – their signal.
At the entrance gates, Polly and her team, emboldened by the plan, threw open the massive doors. A tidal wave of zombies poured into the base, their roars echoing the sudden chaos. A massive fight erupted, the sounds of gunfire, screams, and the guttural cries of the undead filling the night.
After several hours of desperate fighting, A.D. and his team achieved their goal. They had successfully hijacked the place. Most of the armed guards lay dead, but A.D. had deliberately ensured a few were saved, including the boss of the camp, for a very specific purpose: information.
Over the next two days, A.D. and his now well-armed group worked tirelessly to clear the base. They systematically lured the remaining zombies out, often using the intentionally saved gunmen as bait to draw the hordes away. By the end of the second day, the compound was largely cleared of the undead.
The innocent people who had been enslaved were finally safe. A.D.'s team secured the place completely, and then began the crucial task of administering the antidote to everyone, ensuring no one would fall victim to the virus within their new, hard-won sanctuary.