"Well goddamn, we should clean them up," Adrian said.
The command center remained quiet for a moment after that.
Not because anyone disagreed.
But because after three straight days of nonstop fighting, hearing that only ten thousand infected remained almost felt unreal.
Ten thousand still sounded terrifying in normal circumstances.
But compared to the nightmare they had just survived?
Compared to the hundreds of thousands that once flooded southern Luzon?
It finally felt manageable.
Adrian stepped closer toward the tactical display while operators updated the remaining infected positions in real time.
The red clusters across the map were noticeably smaller now.
Scattered.
Fragmented.
Most of the infected had lost any organized momentum after the constant bombardments.
Entire sections of the swarm had simply ceased to exist beneath artillery and airstrikes.
"Remaining concentrations?" Adrian asked.
One analyst immediately responded.
