Isolated Fortress

In the dark dawn, the building - adorned with walls, electrified barbed wire, and bloodstains left like smudges in between - looked like a medieval fortress.

You know how they say the structure of a school is divine skill, similar to that of a correctional facility?

An insular design meant to prevent escape from the inside out was also effective in the opposite case - defending against those storming in from the outside.

A place optimized for quarantine.

It wasn’t for nothing that one of terminus’s base camps was located in this school.

We climbed out of the mud we had waded into to bypass the infected entities and headed toward the back gate, which would be guarded by terminus’s sentries.

The path we moved along was smooth, if you could call it that, and terrible, if you could call it that.

“Ugh, shit.”

Six legs moved frantically beneath a brown carapace that gleamed as if slick with oil. It was a cockroach.

Cockroaches weren’t going to try and eat me, so there was no danger, but in some ways, I felt it would be better to fight an infected entity instead...