CUT TO: Dark foggy ruins. Zean's silhouette walks away from the base, shoulders slightly slumped but head held high. He disappears into the mist without looking back.

CUT TO: Interior of field shelter. Team members stand in stunned silence. Door still open behind them, cold air creeping in. Brandon clutches his bloody nose.

Mark clears his throat. He steps forward slightly, breaking the silence. His expression is troubled.

Mark continues, his voice growing heavier. The other members begin to understand what he means.

Mark keeps listing. Each point lands like a hammer blow. The team members' faces grow more troubled.

Mark's voice trails off. The implications are too heavy. Chloe's face goes ghost-white.

Chloe speaks, her voice cracking. She turns to Brandon with pure hatred.

Chloe rounds on Brandon. Her voice rises. Brandon tries to defend himself.

A fourth team member steps between them. Tension escalating.

Chloe's voice rises to a shout. Her hands are shaking. This is her breaking point.

Brandon wipes blood from his chin. His expression shifts to defensive anger.

Mark shakes his head. He speaks up — this time with conviction.

Mark continues. The team members are listening now — really listening.

Another team member speaks up. Then another. Each confession adds weight.

Chloe sinks onto a crate. The fight drains out of her. Sobbing.

Brandon slumps against the wall. Silent now. The reality setting in.

Wide shot. The team is scattered, broken. No one is talking. The damage is done.

Zean's arm twitches. A small movement. His eyes snap open.

Zean looks at his arm. The bite wound — it's changing. Black veins spreading but not like zombie decay.

Zean's body convulses. Not in pain — in pressure. Something fighting inside.

Zean struggles to stand. His body is changing — but not dying. Rising.

Back to base. Chloe still sobbing. Team silent. The weight of their choice crushing them.

Final shot — split perspective. Zean standing in ruins, transformed. Then the team in the shelter, broken. The contrast.