Meanwhile, at the Ayala Tower near EDSA. Ryan was on the rooftop along with his crew, observing the fight from above.
"Well, they are holding themselves pretty well thanks to our gunship," Ryan said, peering through binoculars, his elbows resting on the edge of the rooftop barrier.
From that height, Forbes Park was no longer a blur of chaos like before.
It had shape now.
Structure.
The eastern side, which had been a solid mass of movement earlier, was broken. Scattered clusters of infected still moved, but they no longer pushed as one. Fires burned in several streets, lighting up sections of the compound, while gunfire echoed in controlled bursts.
"They stabilized faster than I expected," one of his men said, lying prone with a scoped rifle pointed toward the compound.
Ryan didn't answer immediately.
He kept watching.
