The southern perimeter had become a wall of nonstop fire.
Every section of the defensive line was fully engaged now. The infected no longer attacked in loose waves. They crashed forward continuously, piling over their own dead while Hunters sprinted between them searching for weak points in the defenses.
Inside the trenches, soldiers were already running on adrenaline alone.
"Ammo!"
A crate of 5.56 magazines slid through the mud toward a rifleman whose hands shook from nonstop firing. Beside him, an M240 machine gun thundered continuously, the barrel glowing faintly orange while the gunner swept streams of 7.62 rounds across the charging infected.
Bodies collapsed by the dozens.
Still not enough.
The infected kept climbing over them.
Further down the southern line, one of the M1 Abrams tanks reversed hard as infected swarmed too close to its hull.
"Left side! Left side!" the commander shouted through comms.
The coaxial machine gun rotated immediately.
