Crownfall City Compound…
The air inside the compound felt like it had been compressed.
Every street, every checkpoint, every rooftop—people moved like they were bracing for impact. Faces tight. Eyes darting. Hands never far from weapons.
With the survivors who'd fled Ridgegate City spreading the story like wildfire—embellishing every detail—everyone already knew it.
The compound was about to face its darkest hour.
Eight million zombies.
Just thinking about it made your scalp go numb.
In a situation like that, it felt like there was only one ending.
Panic had started seeping through the compound. Some people were openly shouting about evacuating, demanding the gates be opened. Others were already packing.
Edmund was about to split in half from stress.
He'd been trying to keep this under wraps, hoping to buy time and control the message—but those Ridgegate escapees had blown it wide open.
Right now, he wanted to line them up and shoot them himself.
