The bombardment continued for another hour.
Artillery thunder never stopped across southern Luzon. HIMARS rockets still screamed through the sky while B-1 Lancers continued cycling bombing runs against the advancing infected masses.
But eventually, the explosions began getting closer.
Inside the command center, one of the radar operators looked up sharply.
"Sir… lead elements entering outer visual range."
Adrian immediately stepped toward the main screen.
The drone feed switched.
At first, it looked like movement across dark terrain.
Then the camera zoomed in.
And the operators finally saw them clearly.
The swarm.
Even after hours of nonstop bombardment, the infected still stretched across entire roads and open fields. Smoke drifted around them while burning debris littered their path, but they kept charging northward without slowing.
The front ranks were no longer shambling.
They were sprinting.
