Another wave.
Another army.
Possibly larger than the first.
And it was still coming.
Inside Basa Air Base's command center, silence lingered.
Everyone stared at the drone feed.
The thermal display was almost completely white.
The infected stretched beyond the camera's field of view.
Roads.
Fields.
Forests.
Abandoned towns.
Everything was moving.
Everything was coming south.
Ryan slowly rubbed his face.
"I officially hate this country."
Nobody laughed.
Because the numbers were absurd.
One analyst finally broke the silence.
"Sir… this concentration exceeds our initial projections."
Adrian looked at him.
"How much?"
The analyst swallowed.
Then answered.
"Possibly several hundred thousand."
The room became quiet.
Again.
The first wave had already reached nearly half a million infected spread across multiple fronts.
And now there was another one.
One officer stared at the map.
"They're all from northern Luzon."
Another shook his head.
"No."
