North of San Fernando, Pampanga, another Tomahawk missile screamed across the night sky.
Its turbofan engine roared as it skimmed over forests and abandoned highways.
The missile's terrain-following radar guided it through the darkness.
Its target.
A massive concentration of infected trapped between two collapsed bridges.
Nearly fifty thousand of them.
The drone feed showed bodies packed together so densely that the thermal image looked like a solid white mass.
The Predator operator swallowed.
"Missile thirty seconds out."
Inside Basa's command center, dozens of eyes watched the live feed.
The horde kept moving.
Thousands climbing over thousands.
Bodies packed shoulder to shoulder.
Then—
The Tomahawk arrived.
BOOOOOOM.
The center of the horde disappeared.
A fireball hundreds of meters wide erupted into the sky.
The explosion flattened nearby buildings.
Vehicles flew through the air.
The shockwave rolled outward like a tidal wave.
