Another army of infected was already on the way.
Inside Basa Air Base's command center, the atmosphere had become grim.
The first wave was still fighting.
Thousands of soldiers remained engaged across Pampanga.
Aircraft were still dropping bombs.
Artillery was still firing.
The AC-130 was still orbiting.
The B-1 was still conducting strike runs.
And yet another wave was coming.
A larger one.
Potentially much larger.
The tactical display continued updating.
Red markers spread across the map.
Roads.
Highways.
Provincial routes.
Bridges.
Every possible approach toward Basa Air Base.
The infected were using all of them.
Adrian stood silently in front of the main display.
Several analysts waited nearby.
Ryan crossed his arms.
Nobody spoke.
Then Adrian finally pointed toward the map.
"Stop targeting the infected."
The room blinked.
Several officers exchanged confused looks.
One analyst frowned.
"Sir?"
Adrian pointed toward the road network.
