Outside San Bernardino.
The battle raged on. Over a thousand drones buzzed through the air, each equipped with flamethrowers.
Blazing torrents of fire spewed forth, forming a massive inferno that swept over the zombie horde like a deadly pesticide.
"ROOOAAARR—" The undead shrieked in agony, their bodies igniting into writhing human torches.
Below, the ground became a sea of flames.
Some drones, running out of fuel, deliberately dove straight into the densest clusters of zombies, detonating on impact with deafening explosions.
Meanwhile, armored vehicles crushed the undead under their treads, while Cyborgs tore through them with ruthless efficiency.
A small breach was finally ripped open in the relentless tide of zombies.
Then, several human figures burst from the inferno, their movements swift and precise as they leaped across the tops of armored vehicles.
It was Elias's squad.
"Captain! We made it out!"
