I’m Joe Lamb, and four months ago, my mom died in a factory accident. My dad, Deputy Jack Lamb, hasn’t been the same since—and neither have I. I carry her locket everywhere, like if I hold onto it tight enough, she’ll still be with me.

Now, I’m standing in the middle of a train yard at night, camera in hand, helping my friend Charles shoot his zombie movie. It’s supposed to be fun. A distraction. But then a pickup truck slams into a freight train at full speed.

The explosion throws us all back. Metal screams. Fire rains from the sky. And in the chaos, I see it—something huge, fast, unnatural—bursting from the wreckage.

We find crates of glowing white cubes. Our biology teacher, Dr. Woodward, lies dying, pointing a gun at us, whispering, 'Forget what you saw.' Then the military shows up, led by Colonel Nelec, who looks more like a predator than a protector.

Back home, strange things start happening. Dogs vanish. Lights flicker. People disappear.

And I know—whatever escaped that train, it’s still out there.

Charles plays back our footage. There, in the smoke, something moves.

It wasn’t a train crash.

It was an escape.

What do we do now?