The soldiers held the platform. They had formed a staggered defense line across the open concourse. Two fireteams held the front, while another stayed near the train, ready to cover a retreat. The floor was littered with infected bodies, piled near narrow paths the soldiers had chosen on purpose.
"Ammo check," the officer called out.
"Green."
"Yellow."
A soldier fired short, controlled bursts as he spoke into his mic. "Sir, we're starting to get swarmed. Recommend falling back."
"Negative," the officer replied at once. "Departure window is not up yet. Hold the line for five more minutes."
The ground shook as a deep, unnatural roar rolled through the station.
"Contact!" someone shouted. "Heavy contact!"
Concrete cracked above them. A large chunk broke free from the upper level and came crashing down.
It smashed onto the platform, crushing one soldier in an instant.
"Man down! Man down!"
