Night covered the black-clothed figures as they crossed an empty street, and the Scout in front raised two fingers to signal the advance.
They cut into an alley, vaulted a fence, and slid down a steep dirt bank before gathering beneath another black steel fence.
Warehouses stood on the other side like behemoths with their mouths open. Parked vans, trucks, and cars littered across the wide open area, along with their already zombified drivers.
A chilly breeze carried the orange particles across the road.
"Surveillance and clean up. Radio if something's up."
Dmitri signaled to their six-man team. The other group split away, moving further on the road.
Dmitri vaulted the three-meter fence and brought up his night-vision goggles, turning the dark expanse into a clear green image.
The parked vehicles covered their approach, but they concealed the infected just as well.
Dmitri shifted from cover and turned to the right.
