Outbreak: Ninjago's Dark Dawn

Chapter 5 - Battling the Unseen Enemy

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the ruins of Ninjago City. The teams had split up hours ago, each venturing into different regions to carry out their respective missions. The air was thick with tension, an ever-present reminder of the danger that lurked around every corner. The infected had begun to swarm in greater numbers, their movements erratic, and their sheer volume overwhelming.

Jay and Nya, working with Zane, had set up base in an old industrial complex on the outskirts of the city. They had been tirelessly analyzing the data Zane had retrieved from his labs, desperate to find some kind of solution. Zane's calm demeanor was starting to falter as he processed just how little time they had left. The infection was spreading at an exponential rate, faster than they could have anticipated.

"I think we're onto something," Jay said, his voice cracking from exhaustion as he sifted through Zane's calculations on the screen before him. His normally optimistic energy had dulled, replaced by a sense of urgency and fear that lingered like a shadow behind his eyes.

Nya hovered beside him, her brow furrowed as she examined the weapon schematics they had drawn up. "We've never built anything like this before," she said quietly, glancing at Jay. "It's risky."

"I know," Jay replied, his hands shaking slightly as he adjusted the wiring of a small device in front of him. "But it's all we've got. If we can create a pulse strong enough, it should be able to disrupt the infected's neural pathways—at least long enough to give us an edge."

Zane, who had been working silently nearby, turned to them. "The data suggests that a concentrated electromagnetic pulse could interfere with the infection's spread. If we can channel the right amount of energy into the device, it might just work."

"Might?" Jay raised an eyebrow. "I was hoping for a little more confidence there, buddy."

Zane's normally composed face showed the slightest hint of worry. "Confidence is irrelevant in the face of probability. But we don't have many alternatives."

Nya exchanged a glance with Jay, and for a moment, the weight of their task seemed to settle even heavier on their shoulders. They didn't have the luxury of time, and the infected were only growing stronger.

"We have to make this work," Nya said, her voice firm. "For everyone."

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Meanwhile, across the crumbling city, the second team fought through waves of infected. Lloyd, Garmadon, Kai, and Cole had ventured deep into the heart of the devastation, where the infection was strongest. It was here that the ground shook with the weight of their steps, and the sky itself seemed to darken with the ominous presence of death.

Cole's breathing was ragged, each step more laborious than the last. He gripped his hammer tightly, sweat dripping down his face as he fought against the infection spreading through his veins. His body was weakening, but his willpower was ironclad. He wouldn't give in. Not yet.

Kai, walking beside him, glanced over at his friend. "You doing okay?" he asked, trying to mask the concern in his voice. But Kai's usual bravado had cracked. There was fear in his eyes, fear of losing someone else. Fear of losing Cole.

Cole grunted in response. "I'm fine." His voice was strained, but there was no mistaking the determination in his tone. "Just... keep moving."

The infected swarmed toward them, their grotesque forms stumbling over debris and rubble as they moved. Garmadon, with his terrifying efficiency, slashed through them with ease, but even he seemed uneasy. His plan to lure the infected had worked too well, and now they were surrounded.

Lloyd fought beside his father, his mind racing. The pressure of leading his team while navigating his complicated relationship with Garmadon weighed heavily on him. Every decision felt like life or death. Every glance from Kai or Zane was filled with questions Lloyd wasn't sure he could answer.

Suddenly, Cole stumbled, his legs giving out beneath him. Kai was at his side in an instant, catching him before he hit the ground.

"Cole, don't—" Kai began, but Cole shook him off, his expression hard.

"I said I'm fine," Cole growled, his voice hoarse. His skin had begun to pale, and dark veins pulsed just beneath the surface. The infection was spreading, but Cole wasn't ready to give up. Not yet.

Lloyd stopped in his tracks, turning to face the group. His heart clenched at the sight of his friend—one of his oldest and most loyal comrades—struggling against the inevitable.

"We need to get him somewhere safe," Lloyd said, his voice thick with emotion. "He can't keep fighting like this."

But Cole shook his head. "No. I can still fight. I'm not out of this yet." He forced himself to stand, his legs shaking but holding firm. "I'm not giving up."

Garmadon, standing a few paces away, watched the exchange with cold eyes. "He's a liability," he said bluntly. "If he stays with us, he'll slow us down. He'll turn."

Kai spun on Garmadon, fury igniting in his chest. "He's not turning!" he shouted, flames dancing at his fingertips. "Cole's stronger than any of us. He's not giving in!"

But Garmadon was unmoved. "The infection is inevitable. You're only delaying the inevitable. Keeping him with us puts all of us at risk."

Lloyd felt torn in two. He understood the cold logic of his father's words, but he couldn't bring himself to abandon Cole. Not after everything they'd been through.

"He's not a liability," Lloyd said, his voice firm but wavering with emotion. "He's one of us. We don't leave each other behind."

Cole's eyes flickered with gratitude, but the pain in his body was evident. He could feel the infection creeping through his limbs, tightening its grip on him, but he wasn't ready to give in. His Earth powers were the only thing keeping it at bay, and he channeled every last ounce of his energy into holding back the infection's advance.

"I'll fight it," Cole muttered through gritted teeth. "I'll fight it with everything I've got."

For a moment, Garmadon and Lloyd locked eyes. The unspoken tension between father and son crackled like lightning in the air. Finally, Garmadon relented, though his expression was unreadable.

"If he falls behind," Garmadon said quietly, "I won't hesitate."

Kai's fists tightened, but he didn't respond. His anger toward Garmadon burned like a wildfire, but he knew there was no time for a fight. Not now.

The infected roared in the distance, their numbers growing as they closed in on the group. They had no choice but to keep moving, no time to argue.

Lloyd turned back to the group. "We keep going. Together."

And so they did. Cole, despite the infection spreading through his body, pushed himself to keep up, his sheer willpower holding him together. Kai stayed close, ready to catch him if he fell, while Lloyd and Garmadon led the way, navigating the crumbling streets with determined focus.

As they fought their way through hordes of infected, the weight of their mission pressed down on them. They had to find a way to stop the infection. They had to hold onto hope, even as the world around them crumbled.

Back at the industrial complex, Jay and Nya were making progress. The weapon they had been working on—a device designed to emit a powerful electromagnetic pulse—was nearly complete. But they knew it wasn't enough. They needed more time. They needed more data.

And with every passing second, the infection spread.

The race to save Ninjago had truly begun.

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The infected roared again in the distance, their cries echoing through the darkened streets.