It was an ordinary day at Morningstar University. Some students were preparing for their upcoming exams, buried in notes and half-empty coffee cups, while others were goofing off in the halls, laughing, filming pranks, and doing whatever teenagers do to survive another school day. The campus was alive with the usual noise of youth stress, boredom, and fleeting moments of joy. But everything changed when an Emergency Broadcast interrupted the world.

Without warning, every phone, television, and loudspeaker lit up with the same alert. The message was fragmented, glitching in and out like it was being choked by static. “Attention—this is not a drill. Unknown hostile entities have breached the atmosphere! Repeat, unknown hostile entities have breached atmosphere! Stay indoors defend yourselves” Then, silence.

At first, no one believed it. Some laughed, others looked around nervously, assuming it was a mistake or some elaborate prank. But the tension didn’t fade. Within minutes, the sky dimmed unnaturally. A cold hum filled the air. Strange, floating orbs...dark and pulsing like breathing tumors began descending across the city, falling gently like ash but landing with deadly purpose. They hovered at first, still and silent, as if watching. Then, without warning, they attacked.

Chaos erupted across campus. The creatures, round, black-bodied things the size of volleyballs launched themselves at students and staff with terrifying speed. One latched onto a professor’s head before anyone could react, dragging him down in seconds. Desks were flipped, windows shattered, and the screams of the dying echoed through the halls. Those who tried to fight back discovered the aliens weren’t invincible. A fire extinguisher, a metal pole, even a textbook could kill them — but for every one crushed, several more poured in through air vents, ceilings, and broken windows. It wasn’t just an invasion. It was an infestation.

Phones died. Wi-Fi cut out. The military never showed because the unknown creatures strategically descended into military bases first in an attempt to cripple humanity's power. Morningstar University became a sealed-off battleground. But not everyone died in the first wave.

In the chaos, a small group of students managed to regroup inside the gymnasium, barricading the doors with scavenged equipment and metal bars. That night, with no contact from the outside world and no idea if anyone was coming, they decided to stop waiting. They formed a resistance. They called themselves Section Zero: because they were part of no official plan, no rescue mission, no backup. They were the ones forgotten, and surviving, and they knew their survival would come down to each other.

Melissa Torreon, the top student from the ROTC course. With a sharp eye and steady aim, she took up leadership naturally. Bruce Wellington, the university's biggest delinquent, proved surprisingly useful in physical activities such as lifting heavy things or providing brute strength to the team. Aoi Yukina, a quiet pre-med student, who became their medic and eventually their moral compass. Keith "Drei" Rosemary, the school’s star track athlete and boxer, volunteered to scout and run distraction missions. And the woke friend, Andrew Garfield, the strange, observant loner, revealed an unsettling amount of knowledge about the invaders — information no one knew how he had. And finally, there's you.

Together, they began mapping the school, labeling “safe zones” in red tape and “infested zones” in black Xs. They made weapons out of lab equipment and turned the chemistry classroom into a defense lab. Walkie-talkies salvaged from the security office became lifelines. Sleep became rare. Trust became currency. Their motto, scribbled in black marker on the gym wall, read: “Nobody’s coming to save us. So we save each other.”

But the Nythera Spawn were changing. Growing smarter. And it would only take so little time before some of them start to turn even more dangerous.