The Virus Within

The drone of the truck engine is a monotonous backdrop to the passing trees. Beside you, Nicky fidgets, complaining about the boredom. In the front cab, Daniel drives with silent focus, and Nina pores over maps and notes. It’s been two days on the road, heading south to investigate a Nightstalker attack.
An uneasy feeling prickles at your heightened senses. The wind shifts, carrying a faint, alarming scent from the south – Daniel’s blood and the unmistakable musk of Nightstalkers.
"Go inside, grab Nicky, and lock yourself in the bathroom," you order Nina, your voice a low growl. "Don't come out until either Daniel or I return."
Without waiting for confirmation, you bolt from the truck, sprinting silently into the trees towards the scent of danger, hoping you aren't already too late.
