Outside the walls, the horde continued growing.
Sergeant Miguel Reyes stood on the observation platform while staring through his binoculars.
The situation had gone from concerning to alarming in less than ten minutes.
The first horde had already reached the outer obstacles.
Hundreds of infected were tangled inside razor wire while machine guns shredded them apart.
Normally that would have been enough.
Normally the problem would already be solving itself.
But not tonight.
Because beyond the first horde, more were coming.
Thousands more.
The moonlight revealed movement across nearly every direction surrounding the outpost.
Roads.
Rice fields.
Drainage canals.
Abandoned neighborhoods.
Everything seemed alive.
The infected were converging from all sides.
The radio crackled again.
"Outpost Echo, this is Basa Command."
Reyes immediately grabbed the handset.
"Go ahead."
A different voice answered this time.
Calm.
Professional.
Operations staff.
