Chapter 44: Zombie Wave (6)
"Captain, should we pull back?" the bomber pilot asked as Antonny slid into the seat.
"Not yet. Check the fuel levels!" Antonny grabbed the communicator and relayed the order to the rest of the squad.
"Less than half," one voice reported.
"Same here," another added.
"I've got 60 percent," chimed a third pilot.
Antonny nodded firmly. "We keep going. But once anyone hits 35 percent, we fall back—no exceptions."
As the bombers turned for another run, Zack glanced at them from the ground. For a moment, a rare flicker of admiration crossed his face. "Didn't think I'd see courage like that these days..." he muttered before focusing on the battlefield below.
The scene was grim. The construction site had become a final line of defense, standing between the horde and what remained of New York City. Despite the relentless bombing, only a fraction of the undead had been cleared. Over four million zombies still surged forward like a tide, tightening their grip around the defenses.
On the sentry tower, Zack's mechanical dog and spider drones fired continuously, the staccato roar of machine guns filling the air. The barrels of their guns glowed red-hot, smoke rising from the overheated metal as the swarm kept coming. When the undead got too close, the mechanical dog leapt into the fray, unleashing mini-missiles from its shoulder launcher. Each small missile hit with the force of a bomb, tearing through dozens of zombies and lighting up the night in fiery bursts.