Chapter 82: Cleaning Up the City
"Not bad, but the firepower's lacking against the mutants," he muttered. A handful of mutated zombies, more resilient than the rest, were emerging unscathed from the devastation. He dismissed it quickly—the spreaders were meant to thin the numbers, not handle specialized threats.
Zack turned back to the Avalon. "Ego, is the jammer still active?"
"Yes, sir. The jammer is functioning perfectly. Zombies continue to converge on its signal."
Zack glanced down, watching the horde relentlessly approach. Many were consumed by the inferno, their charred remains piling up, but more kept coming. Soon, the fire was smothered under their sheer numbers.
"Your move now, Ego," Zack said, slowing his thrusters to land back inside the Avalon. As he entered the cabin, Annie rushed over, her face lighting up with excitement.
"Big brother! That was amazing! Can I use that too?" she asked, eyes sparkling.
Zack chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Sprinklers need altitude to deploy. Tarantula can't fly, so you'll have to pass on this one."
Annie pouted. "Oh... fine." Their conversation was cut short as the tide of zombies below grew even denser. Though the outer perimeter had thinned significantly, the core horde pressed on.
"Ego, prep the cloud bombs," Zack ordered. The Avalon banked sharply, lowering its altitude for a precision dive. The roar of its engines drew the attention of countless zombies, their grotesque forms turning toward the sound.