Spectre Gunship still orbited the operational area, and despite their run, it barely made a dent on the numbers of the zombies.
"Spectre One, this is Command, continues firing on the zombies. I repeat, continue firing on the zombies. Even if you have to exhaust all your munitions."
"Copy that, Command," the pilot answered. "Spectre One continuing engagement. We'll push until Winchester if required."
Inside the gunship, the crew tightened up.
"Guns, we're staying on this orbit," the pilot said. "Keep it stable. No drift."
"Roger that," the co-pilot replied, eyes glued to the instruments. "Airspeed steady. Altitude holding."
The sensor operator leaned closer to his screen, zooming in on the eastern sector.
"Target still dense," he reported. "They're reinforcing from the south road now. It's not slowing."
"Fire control, prioritize choke points," the pilot said.
"Copy."
The fire control officer keyed his mic.
"Guns, stand by. We're going continuous."
"25 ready."
"40 ready."
