Chapter 98:
"Gate team, this is Bravo Patrol! We’ve got hostiles incoming! Use the mounted guns—now!"
Static crackled before a voice responded, "Copy that, Commander. Targets sighted, firing in three... two... one..."
Winter’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the skyline. He saw the mounted guns on top of the wall activate, the heavy artillery swinging into position. The hum of machinery reverberated through the air, and Winter could feel his muscles tense.
The mounted guns roared to life, spraying the advancing zombies with a hail of bullets. Their bodies exploded under the heavy fire, limbs flying as the line of creatures was mowed down in seconds.
But the fight wasn’t over. Some of the creatures were ducking between the bullets, hellbent on getting to them.
A zombie launched itself at Winter, its claws raking across his arm. Pain flared, but Winter gritted his teeth and slammed his machete into its skull. Blood splattered across his face as the creature fell, its twitching body hitting the ground with a thud.
Winter quickly wrapped the wound. The mist might not be close currently, but it was moving. He couldn’t take any risks.
"Keep moving!" the command echoed.
The group pushed forward, fighting their way toward the gate. A soldier to Winter’s left screamed as a zombie tackled him, its teeth snapping inches from his throat. Winter didn’t hesitate—he shot the zombie point-blank, then hauled the soldier to his feet.
"You good?" Winter asked, his voice tight.
The man nodded, his face pale but relieved. "Yeah. Thanks."