"Contact, 12 o'clock!" An Army Soldier shouted.
Dust stirred up in the eastern flank. Waves of zombies crashed in like a tsunami, filling the horizon to no end.
The soldiers who saw this breathed deeply, then exhaled long as they pumped themselves to life.
Those in front felt their hands go cold.
The Machine Gunners far behind clicked their tongue in excitement.
The Guardian GIs beside them angled the grenade launchers up high.
Zolyah's scope settled on the first figures that emerged through the dust.
"Targets confirmed," she murmured, annoyance plastered on her face.
The Barrett roared.
The first zombie's skull burst apart before the horde even reached the trenches. It continued straight into a long line as multiple zombies died behind the first.
But it didn't end there as another shot followed.
Then another.
"Snipers engaging," a voice reported through the channel.
