he cleanup operations continued for another day until the final confirmed infected in the operational zone was eliminated.
By the time the shooting finally stopped, Basa Air Base no longer looked like a military installation preparing for war.
It looked like a fortress that had survived the end of the world.
Smoke still drifted across parts of the southern perimeter while burned wreckage littered the roads leading toward the base. Entire sections of the outer defenses were blackened from constant combat. Sandbags were torn apart. Razor wire had disappeared beneath mountains of infected corpses.
And everywhere soldiers looked, there were reminders of the battle.
Destroyed vehicles.
Collapsed trenches.
Bloodstains.
Shell craters.
The smell of burned flesh and rotting bodies still hung heavily in the air even after cleanup teams began clearing the roads.
For the first time in days, the guns finally fell silent.
No artillery.
No machine gun fire.
