Three miles outside Eastwood Heights, inside a rundown house, the three scouts huddled in a corner, catching their breath.
"Whew… thank god we ran fast. Thought for sure we were gonna get spotted," one of them said, still shaken.
"I don't think the zombies care about us anymore," another muttered, raising his binoculars to peer back toward the chaos. "They're going nuts over there. Feels like it's got something to do with those people."
The other two quickly lifted their binoculars as well.
But they were too far away. All they could see was the horde in a frenzy—no clear view of what was actually happening.
"What the hell are those guys doing? They knew there was a Tier 9 zombie here and still went in? Are they trying to die?"
"I dunno…" the older soldier said slowly. "Kinda feels like they came here for the Tier 9."
"!!!"
The other two froze. Thinking back on everything they'd seen, it suddenly clicked.
"Shit. They're insane. Suicidal."
"Or maybe… they've got a plan."
