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A Brother's Sacrifice

The scene jolted back to life, a stark contrast to the quiet despair that had permeated the previous memory. This time, the screen pulsed with frenetic energy, depicting a chaotic battle raging outside the base walls.

Viktor, at the forefront of the fight, his face etched with grim determination, maneuvered his soldiers with practiced precision. Explosions rocked the ground, sending plumes of smoke billowing into the sky. The air crackled with the deafening roar of gunfire, punctuated by the guttural growls of the approaching horde.

The camera focused on Viktor as he dispatched one zombie after another, his movements efficient and deadly. He wielded his sword with practiced ease, his blows swift and precise. But the sheer number of the undead was overwhelming.

A particularly large zombie, its body grotesquely swollen and its eyes glowing with an eerie light, lumbered towards him. This was no ordinary infected – it was an Alpha, a powerful and intelligent creature capable of leading the horde.

Without hesitation, Viktor charged at the Alpha, his sword glinting in the sunlight. The clash was brutal – the Alpha's raw power met Viktor's honed skills in a dance of death. Sparks flew as metal met bone, each parry and blow echoing the desperation of the fight.

Back in the live broadcast room, the family held their breath, their eyes glued to the screen. The once indifferent murmurs had dissolved into a unified gasp of collective worry.

**Anya (voice trembling):** Oh my god… that's Viktor!

**Nikolai (eyes wide):** He's fighting… but there are so many!

The scene on the screen intensified. The Alpha, with a strength that belied its decaying form, managed to disarm Viktor. The sword clattered to the ground, a metallic echo that seemed to amplify the tension in the room.

But Viktor, a seasoned warrior, wasn't finished yet. He lunged at the Alpha, grappling with the creature in a desperate struggle. They both tumbled to the ground, a flurry of limbs and growls.

A collective cry escaped the lips of the watching family as Viktor wrestled the Alpha to the ground.

**Mikhail (voice thick with emotion):** Do something! Help him!

However, before anyone on the screen or in the room could react, another zombie, smaller but more agile, sneaked up behind Viktor. With a sickening crunch, it sank its teeth into Viktor's shoulder.

A scream, raw and primal, erupted from Viktor's throat. The Alpha, seizing the opportunity, drove its claws deep into Viktor's chest.

The scene erupted in a flurry of slow-motion shots – Viktor's pained expression, the crimson bloom spreading across his uniform, the Alpha's triumphant roar.

Back in the live broadcast room, a deafening silence descended. The horror of what they had just witnessed settled upon them like a suffocating shroud. Anya, tears streaming down her face, buried her head in Mikhail's chest. Nikolai stared at the screen, his face pale and devoid of emotion.

The screen showed Viktor's lifeless body crumpling to the ground, devoured by the ravenous horde. The camera panned out, showcasing the vastness of the zombie horde, a tide of death seemingly unstoppable.

In the silence, the weight of Viktor's sacrifice settled upon them all. He, the strong protector, the stoic brother, was gone.

Shattered Innocence

The live broadcast room erupted in chaos. The horrifying scene of Viktor's demise sent shockwaves through the family. Children, overwhelmed by the violence, burst into tears and clung to their parents. Adults, pale and shaken, exchanged stunned glances. The weight of the memories had shattered their sense of security, leaving them exposed to a harsh reality they could barely comprehend.