THE GRAVES WE DUG OURSELVES

A swift order from the officer and the turrets and mortar crew fire their weapons, laying waste to the infected horde. At least, that's what should have happened. In reality, nothing changed. A few bodies went flying, sure, hundreds of infected dropped dead from a hailstorm or bullets, yeah, but it didn't stop them. Not even close. Campbell watched in fear as the horde approached and the LMGs from the trooper squads on the platforms fired. And then it was his turn. He squeezed the trigger of his rifle, making sure no one was in his firing line. His rifle fires, along with every other soldier's in the blockade. But it wasn't enough. The operation failed horribly, and almost everyone who bravely put their lives on the line died in vain. Ground zero and the highway leading in and out of New Estrania was lost. Now with nothing in their way, the infected were free to ravage the rest of the world.