The convoy sped through the ruins.
Raymond personally led the operation—twenty elite enhanced operatives, fully equipped.
I sat in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle, watching the shattered landscape blur past outside the window.
After the gray-white markings vanished, my vision had become unnaturally sharp. I could see maggots wriggling in a zombie's eye socket three hundred meters away, and weeds struggling to grow through cracks in the rubble.
I could also see the black smoke rising in the distance. That was the battlefield.
"Two kilometers remaining," the driver said.
I tightened my grip on my weapon.
Twenty minutes later, the convoy reached the edge of the battlefield. The scene was brutal. From a team of over forty, fewer than twenty were still resisting. They were trapped
