Inside the main building of the compound—
The reinforced glass didn't hold.
Not anymore.
Cracks had already spread across its surface from repeated impacts, thin lines branching and intersecting until the structure itself gave way under the pressure—
KRRR—KSHH—!
The entire section burst inward.
Shards sprayed across the lobby in a violent wave, spinning through the air as the infected poured in behind them, bodies forcing through the opening without pause. Some were cut immediately—glass slicing into faces, arms, torsos—
SKRRCH—!
—but they didn't slow.
They pushed forward.
Toward the elevator.
Their feet slammed against the floor in uneven rhythm.
Some dragged limbs behind them, others lunged ahead faster than the rest, climbing over those that stumbled or fell.
Their eyes—blank.
Their bodies—damaged.
Barely holding together.
And still—
They rushed forward.
As they were doing so, the elevator—
DING—~
Opened.
Right into them.
Redstar stood inside.
Still.
