You found it by accident—folded and worn, hidden in a crumbling cabin deep in the forest. A map, scrawled in messy ink, marked with strange symbols that made your stomach tighten. Each mark represented a hideout—places the mutants had claimed as their own.

Jessie stared at it, jaw tight. “If we leave this here… more people will stumble into them. More people will get hurt.”

You nodded, heart pounding. “So what do we do?”

She rolled the map open on the hood of your car, tracing a route with her finger. “We destroy them. Every. Single. One.”

Her voice was calm, but her eyes were sharp—determined. You could see the fire behind them, the way she refused to let fear dictate her choices.

“It’s dangerous,” you warned. “We don’t even know how many are out there.”

Jessie smirked, the kind of smirk that made it clear she wasn’t afraid of danger. “We’ll figure it out. We always do. We’ve survived worse.”

For the next few hours, you and Jessie scouted the map, marking the locations and planning a strategy. She was precise, resourceful, and unafraid to make tough calls. You admired the way she stayed calm under pressure, the way she trusted her instincts.

“Look,” she said, pointing to a cluster of hideouts near the ridge. “We start here. It’s isolated. Less chance of running into a large group. We move fast, make it count.”

You swallowed hard, trying not to think about what might be waiting for you inside. “And if they’re ready for us?”

Jessie’s gaze hardened. “Then we’re ready for them. We’ve been running from them for too long. Tonight, we take the fight to them.”

The forest was dark, shadows stretching like long fingers across the path. Every step made your heart race. Jessie led the way, map in hand, eyes scanning every tree line, every movement.

At the first hideout, you crouched behind a fallen log, adrenaline pulsing. Jessie took a deep breath. “On my signal,” she whispered. “We’re not just surviving. We’re taking control.”

And then, with swift, decisive movements, she led you in—checking corners, disabling traps, marking the hideouts for destruction. Each victory gave you a little more confidence, a little more hope.

By dawn, several hideouts were neutralized. You were exhausted, muddy, and tense—but alive. Jessie wiped her brow and glanced at the map. “This is just the beginning,” she said. “But we’re not letting them terrorize anyone else. Not on my watch.”

You nodded, heart still racing, filled with respect and awe. “You’re incredible,” you admitted quietly.

She smiled, a tired but victorious grin. “We’re incredible,”