"Is it true?! Nations are falling one after another!" one soldier shouted, his voice trembling with disbelief.
"Those—those motherfucking zombies are taking the offensive!" another cried, slamming his fist against a table.
"And us… are we doomed too?" whispered a third, his words barely audible over the hum of the base's emergency systems.
The room fell into uneasy silence, broken only by the constant chatter of urgent radio reports.
Fear hung thick in the air, seeping into every corner of the command center.
Before this, even in times of war, the leaders and presidents of each nation could rely on meticulous planning, hardened fortifications, and the rigid discipline of their militaries.
But this… this was beyond any scenario they had prepared for.
There were no battle plans for an enemy that could not be reasoned with, that did not tire, and that multiplied faster than any human could count.
Every strategic advantage they had counted on suddenly seemed meaningless.
