"You have eyes on her?" Arkai cut him off. "Show us."
Damon stepped aside, gesturing toward the central monitor. The three brothers moved as one, their shoulders filling the entrance. Inside, their eyes locked onto the screen.
The drone feed filled the monitor in high-definition thermal and night vision, the world rendered in shades of gray and green and the occasional bloom of thermal orange. And there, in the center of the frame, was Cecilia.
She was marching forward.
Her pregnant belly was visible even through the drone's impersonal lens, a soft curve beneath her shirt that made the scene feel somehow more wrong.
Her hands moved in fluid gestures, and the world moved with them. Zombies were lifted and hurled aside in waves. Debris became weapons, chunks of asphalt, shattered fence posts, an entire abandoned bicycle that she folded around three undead at once and launched into the treeline.
