The supply trucks rolled back toward Adaeze's command center with Wren driving lead, Reyes riding shotgun, Marcus and Priya following behind in the pickup. The depot sat behind them now, sealed door still holding as far as anyone knew, though nobody felt good about leaving that many freed infected behind a single chain mechanism.
"We need to tell Adaeze everything," Priya said, checking her laptop screen glow against the dark cab. "Not just the supplies. The testing room. All of it."
"She'll want to seal that depot permanently," Marcus said. "Maybe burn it, if she's smart."
They reached the community center twenty minutes later, trucks rolling in through the barricade gap to a mix of relief and exhausted cheers from Adaeze's people. Adaeze herself met them at the door, scanning the load
