Chapter 9: The Russo Family End
Meanwhile, a off-road vehicle rolled into Tribeca. Their eyes widened as they took in the luxurious Mansions surrounding them, each house grander than the last.
"Man, are all rich people's homes this fancy?" Joey, the youngest, muttered in awe as he looked around.
Marco, the second brother, wasn't as distracted. "Hold up," he said, pointing to fresh, bloodstained tire tracks on the road. "Someone's been here already."
The other two immediately noticed the same thing. For a gated community, it was oddly quiet—no zombies roamed the streets, and even the security guards seemed absent.
"What should we do, big brother?" Joey asked, nervousness creeping into his voice.
"What do you think?" Tony responded, lifting his shotgun with a hardened expression. "If someone's here, we have the firepower to deal with them."
"Yeah, you're right, big brother," Marco added, nodding with confidence. With their nerves steeled, they followed the tire tracks toward Mansion No. 9, where Zack had been working.
When they arrived nearby, Tony turned to his youngest brother. "Third, go check out how many people are in there."
Joey obeyed, slipping out of the car and creeping toward the Mansion. Peering through a window, he spotted Sophia's silhouette as she passed by. His eyes lit up, and he waved his brothers over excitedly. "There's a woman inside!" he whispered eagerly. Both Tony and Marco perked up, grins spreading across their faces as they began to approach.