As soon as Kisha heard the response she wanted, she pushed open the massive door, stepping inside with unwavering confidence. The moment the door creaked open, the sight that greeted them was an expansive room filled with large industrial machines—massive contraptions designed to mix chemicals before funneling them into enormous metal drums, which were then pushed to the back for storage and later distribution.
Though the zombies were out of sight, the overwhelming stench of decay hit them instantly. The foul, rotting odor carried on the breeze, choking the air as it swept into the room. It was so nauseating that several of the team members fought to hold back their stomachs, some barely managing to keep from vomiting on the spot.
They fought to hold it down, swallowing the bile that rose in their throats. Vulture, on the verge of losing control, had the bile already sitting at the back of his mouth.
