Crownfall City Compound…
As the largest compound in the northwest of the Atlas Federation, Crownfall City's population had already climbed past two million.
The compound sprawled across a massive area. Infrastructure was back online. Daily life had stabilized to the point that, inside the walls, it almost felt like the apocalypse had never happened.
Right now, in an office near the compound's center, the compound's top administrator—Edmund Fletcher—was leaning back with a cocktail in hand, music playing softly in the background.
Then hurried knocking exploded against his door.
Edmund's brow creased. "Come in."
A young man rushed inside, face pale and frantic. "Commander! Something terrible happened!"
"Stop freaking out every time you breathe," Edmund said, taking another slow sip. "Talk. What is it?"
"Ridgegate City—there's a zombie tide, around two million strong, and it's coming straight for our compound!"
CRACK—!
The glass in Edmund's hand shattered.
