Just as White left the room and headed toward his office, a sharp, insistent beeping noise suddenly filled the air, cutting through the silence. It was the unmistakable sound of an alarm, showing that something was wrong.
White's eyes snapped open in alarm as the red light flashing on the control panel signaled an attack. Without hesitation, he shot to his feet, his chair scraping back violently.
He made his way quickly to the surveillance room, a sense of urgency in his stride. As he entered, his men immediately straightened, offering brief, respectful bows in greeting, their faces tense.
"What's going on?" White asked, his voice betraying none of the surprise that was building in his chest.
One of the men, his face pale, stepped forward. "We're being attacked by beasts from outside the walls, sir."
White's eyes flicked to the bank of monitors lining the wall, each one showing a different angle of the perimeter. The footage from the cameras immediately caught his attention.
