Night had settled across Pampanga.
Far from the lights of Basa Air Base, another group of men stood watch over the darkness.
Approximately ten kilometers northwest of the base, near the outskirts of San Fernando, Pampanga, Outpost Echo sat behind reinforced walls and fighting positions overlooking the surrounding countryside.
The outpost wasn't large.
Compared to Basa, it was tiny.
Just a fortified checkpoint constructed along one of the major roads leading toward the reclaimed zones around San Fernando.
But it served an important purpose.
Early warning.
Reconnaissance.
And containment.
Especially containment.
The apocalypse had not disappeared simply because humanity had started rebuilding.
The infected were still out there.
Millions of them.
Maybe billions worldwide.
Which was exactly why Outpost Echo existed.
Inside the main observation tower, Sergeant Miguel Reyes lowered a pair of binoculars and yawned.
