บท 181: Before Wrapping Things Up

"Don't worry, Specter-1, we have eyes on the mutated zombies. Sending rounds, danger close. I repeat, danger close," Richard's voice crackled through the comm-link, urgency lacing every word.

Graves scanned his surroundings, his heads-up display showing a thermal signature view of the approaching mutated zombies. The screen was a swarm of reds and oranges, indicating heat signatures. These creatures, mostly Hunters, moved with a frenetic energy, hopping and running on all fours, their movements erratic and unpredictable.

"Danger close approved, send the missiles," Graves confirmed, positioning himself strategically behind a large fallen tree trunk for cover. However, this was pure instinct as he wouldn't need to hide behind the trunk for cover if he could take a direct hit of a missile.