"And judging by the unusually low number of zombies in this area, my speculation is that this one is already halfway there… controlling the surrounding horde according to its will, keeping them from getting too close to the shelter."
He let his words hang in the air, forcing everyone to grasp the gravity of the situation. The silence that followed was suffocating, and even Vulture—usually steady as stone—felt unease coil in his chest.
"Are you certain?" Vulture asked, his voice low and husky, the weight of his seriousness cutting through the room.
"Seventy percent," Sparrow replied without hesitation. Then, in the same measured tone, he continued, "Given how this mutated zombie moves, thinks, and reacts, it no longer fits the information Adam and the others provided in the mission notice."
