David walks slowly through the streets, his heart pounding.
As he enters the hospital, the leader of the group he worked with steps forward.
"David, I'm surprised you had the courage to come here."
David takes a deep breath, gathering his courage as he approaches the leader.
"Everything's ready. The warehouse is yours tonight."
The leader's smile widens.
"Excellent. You did a great job, David."
He turns to his men.
"Prepare the explosives. We'll leave at midnight."
The group moves quickly. They gather explosives, weapons, and other supplies, preparing for the mission.
David watches them work, knowing what they plan to do: destroy the warehouse and everyone inside.
As midnight approaches, the leader turns to David.
"You. Stay here."
David sits down, feeling both afraid and guilty. He watches the group disappear into the night, leaving him alone in the hospital.
At midnight, the vehicles approach the depot.
They park nearby.
The leader signals to his men, and they begin to move.
Suddenly, a powerful explosion. One of the gas drums outside the depot catches fire. The team hesitates for a moment before continuing, assuming this is part of David's plan.
The group rushes toward the depot. As they get closer, a series of explosions erupt behind them.
Flames shoot into the sky. The group is thrown into disarray, their plans derailed by the sudden turn of events.
The leader spins around, shouting angrily.
"What the hell is going on?"
As the group tries to regain their footing amidst the explosions and flames, another series of explosions erupts behind them. Their vehicles, parked near the depot, are hit by the blast.
The group is in complete chaos, their plans shattered. The men scream and run in all directions, trying to escape the flames.
The leader stares in disbelief, his face ablaze with anger and fear.
"David!"
He shouts into his radio.
"What did you do ?"
As the group tries to escape the explosions and flames, they suddenly realize the warehouse door has slammed shut—trapping them inside with no way out.
The leader rushes to the door, frantically pulling at the handle. But the warehouse is firmly locked.
The leader spins, his heart pounding in his chest. The groans grow louder, and he realizes with horror that the warehouse is overrun by zombies—a horde drawn in by the noise and the flames.
He's trapped—inside with no way out, surrounded by enemies on all sides. The group scrambles to defend themselves, but they are clearly outnumbered.
He tries to find a way out of this nightmare. But there's nothing he can do, Kenny and Maggie have thought of everything. They've turned the tables on him, using his own plan against him.
As the zombies close in, the leader knows this is the end.
The rival group fights desperately, trying to hold off the horde, the dead falling left and right. But for every one they kill, two more take his place.
The warehouse is a chaotic scene of gunfire, screams, and the groans of the dead.
Despite their best efforts, the group is gradually being squeezed. Ammunition is running low, and zombies are closing in from all sides.
The commander watches in horror as his men are devoured. He knows it's only a matter of time before he meets the same fate.
Amid the chaos, his eyes dart upwards—he spots a small window high in the wall. It's tiny, barely wide enough for a person to squeeze through, but it's his only hope.
He yells at his men's to cover him as he races toward the window. Bullets whizz over his head as he climbs, barely dodging the zombies' clutching hands.
He reaches the window and starts to pull himself through—just as a zombie lunges at him from behind. Its teeth sink into his leg, tearing at his flesh.
He screams in pain and terror, but he doesn't stop fighting. He kicks with his other leg, crushing the zombie's skull under his boot. Then, with a final push, he blasts through the window and slumps to the ground.
He tries to stand, his legs trembling. His leg throbs with pain, and he feels the infection spreading through his body. He knows what's coming:
Fever, hallucinations, and then... change.
He stumbles forward, desperate to get as far away from the warehouse as possible. But his moves are slow, his thoughts jumbled. The infection has already begun to spread.
Suddenly, he hears a voice behind him.
"Going somewhere?"
He turns his head slowly, his heart sinking when he sees Kenny standing there, a gun pointed directly at his head.
His eyes widen in terror as he realizes there's no escape.
He tries to speak, to beg for his life, but he can't. He's lost his voice.
Kenny closes in, the muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead.
"You messed with the wrong people, and now... now you'll pay."
Kenny looks at him and sees the fear in his eyes.
"You know, I've seen a lot in this world. People willing to do anything to take control, but you... you're something else. You're selfish, pathetic, you didn't even get what you wanted."
The leader tries to speak again.
"Shut up. I don't want to hear your excuses.I don't care about your reasons or your excuses."
He looks at him again.
"I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to enjoy the moment I blow your damn head off."
He presses the gun harder against his forehead, until he feels pain.
"Any last words?"
Kenny stares at him for a long moment.
"you know what!!?"
He slowly lowers his gun, his eyes never leaving his face.
"Go. You're not worth it."
He stumbles to his feet and sprints away.
He rushes through the dark streets, his heart pounding in his chest. He stumbles and falls several times, his injured leg aching terribly. But he forces himself up each time.
When he reaches the hospital, he finds it engulfed in flames. He stares in disbelief, his mind trying to process what's happening.
He drops to his knees, staring in shock at the burning hospital. The fire consumes everything in its path.
He sits there, stunned and helpless, unable to tear his eyes away.
While he watches the hospital His leg burns, the pain intensifies. He feels the infection spreading through his body.
He tries to stand, but his legs collapse back to the ground, his body shaking with fever.
He hears someone calling his name; the voice echoes in his mind. He tries to respond, to beg for help, but he can't. He passed out .