The shell went over their outpost.
Over the broken road.
Over the southern approach packed with infected.
Then it landed far beyond the eastern approach.
The street disappeared in white fire.
The explosion swallowed dozens of infected at once, ripping apart the rear of the swarm before the front even understood what had happened.
A shockwave rolled back through the post, shaking dust from the doorway and forcing several Cell 7 agents to lower their heads.
The horde instantly broke.
The part directly beneath the shell vanished under fire and flying concrete.
The ones closest to the post still clawed forward, teeth snapping, hands scraping against the broken slab.
But the infected farther back turned toward the thunder.
Genevieve stared at the burning street. Her ears rang loudly, but her thoughts did not.
Is it Golden Eagle?!
Johannes lowered his pistol slightly.
