Georgia remains beside the abandoned cars, concrete dust powdering her shoulder, weapon ready. The rifleman crouches ahead to inspect the covered route while the rescued survivor keeps low.
the rifleman
Checkpoint’s still ours for the moment. The other rifleman stayed behind with the barriers, covering the lane.
The auto-rifleman, a young adult human man with close-cropped black hair, a square jaw, and a scar through one eyebrow jogs in from the approach, sturdy frame hunched beneath his armor. Behind him, undead press against fencing while controlled fire marks the retreat.
the rifleman
Route bends east, then cuts behind the warehouses. No movement ahead, but the service entrance is close.
the rooftop survivor
The cultists came from the old bus depot. They opened a maintenance gate from inside, then drove the dead toward the checkpoint.
the rooftop survivor
East road is blocked by wrecks. North road is worse. The service entrance leads under the warehouses, and it stays usable if the chain is still intact.
the rooftop survivor
If they reach that entrance, they will find the emergency stores too.
Verify the survivor’s route information