Cairo Outskirts, Giza Plains.
Local Time: 00:47 AM
The desert was no longer sand.
It was meat...
Rotting limbs, shattered bones, broken armor plates, and crushed skulls were pressed into the earth so densely that boots no longer sank, they slid* Every step scraped against something that had once been alive.
Gunfire thundered nonstop.
Tracer rounds carved glowing scars through the dark, tearing through ranks of undead that simply kept coming. The ground reeked of cordite, ozone, and ancient decay baked under supernatural heat.
At the center of the chaos, a small squad moved like a knife through a sea.
Not more than twenty-four people.
Surrounded by millions.
They should have been erased within minutes.
They weren't.
"LEFT FLANK! SAND SNAKES... THREE, NO... FIVE!"
A man wearing half-destroyed powered armor spun, planting a knee into the ground. His name tag, Rafael "Black Jack" Mendez, was barely readable beneath blood and dust.
