"But they're still coming."
The words echoed through the radio network.
For a brief moment, nobody answered.
Because everyone already knew it was true.
The bomb strike had erased an entire section of the battlefield.
Thousands of infected had died.
The northern approach was a smoking wasteland filled with burning corpses and overturned earth.
Yet beyond the fire.
Beyond the smoke.
Beyond the crater.
The infected were still advancing.
Back at Outpost Echo, the defenders barely had time to breathe.
The silence following the bomb strike lasted less than thirty seconds.
Then the shooting started again.
"CONTACT NORTH!"
A spotlight swept across the battlefield.
Hundreds of infected emerged through the smoke.
Their bodies burned.
Some were missing arms.
Others were missing chunks of flesh.
Several were still on fire.
None of them stopped.
The machine guns opened up immediately.
BRRRRRRRRT.
BRRRRRRRRT.
Twin M240s hammered the advancing mass.
Bodies dropped.
