The night shadowed the black-clothed figures as they crossed an empty street. The person in front raised their hands, pointing two of their fingers forward.
They broke into an alley, jumped through a fence, and slid down the steep dirt. Upon landing at the bottom, they gathered under black steel fence.
Warehouses stood on the other side like behemoths with their mouths open. Parked vans, trucks, and cars littered across the wide open area, along with their already zombified drivers.
A chilly breeze drifted past by, carrying the mysterious orange particles that floated in the air.
"Surveillance and clean up. Radio if something's up."
Dmitri signaled to their six-man team. The other group split away, moving further on the road.
Dmitri vaulted over the three-meter fence. Through the night-vision goggles, the dark expanse was brightly illuminated.
The vehicles covered not only their approach, but concealed the zombies too.
Dmitri shifted from cover and turned to the right.
