Back in the command center, Adrian stared at the screen. The difference was clear. Earlier before the AC-130, the mass of zombies was too solid for it to be disrupted. Now, it was scattered.
"…Copy, Spectre One," Adrian said. "Return to base."
"Copy. RTB."
Inside the gunship.
"Breaking orbit," the pilot said.
The aircraft leveled out, slowly pulling away from Forbes Park, leaving behind a battlefield that had been completely reshaped.
Below them, the defenders were still fighting, but still wondering who was helping them.
In the ground, the two guards were still firing on the zombies. It was manageable now since the zombies were reduced to smithereens.
"Yow, who do you really think helped us from above? You said it was an AC-130…could it be the Americans?"
