"Hold the line!"
A squad leader urged while blasting the heads of five zombies in one sweep.
Blood drenched his uniform in horror.
The zombies had gotten close—too close for comfort.
If I wasn't a three-star, I would have been in the same situation as them!
Only a small number of the Machine Gunners responded with suppressive fire.
And the Guardian GIs that remained operational could be counted in one hand.
The Hellhammers targeted farther into the horde. The trench line was too close for artillery support.
The Vanguard tanks continued firing elsewhere—at the charging brutes or the dense clusters forming behind the front wave.
The Guardian APCs idled behind them, their autocannons ready as soon as the second empty ditch was breached.
The squad leader wiped the blood from his visor and forced himself to focus.
"Machine gunners, get those SAWs back up!"
Only two of them answered—Mason, and another MG that was luckily unaffected.
