After Hayley finished inspecting the entire first defensive line, the helicopter set down near the midpoint of the wall.
A group of men in matching combat gear stood atop the towering fortification.
Rifles braced on their shoulders, they fired nonstop. Bullets ripped downward in steady bursts.
Compared to the guards stationed elsewhere, these men were bigger and broader, built like tanks. Their bodies radiated raw menace, muscles tight and swollen, veins standing out like cables.
Just standing there, they looked like a living wall of steel and flesh.
At the center stood one man in particular, nearly six feet three, a heavy launcher resting on his shoulder as he held his ground at the edge. His eyes were sharp as blades, cold and focused as they locked onto the mass of zombies below.
Boom!
The launcher spat out a blast of searing heat. The shell detonated right in the middle of the horde. In an instant, the mountain of zombies collapsed, bodies flying apart like loose debris.
Once the cluster was cleared, the man looked up at the helicopter descending overhead. The hard lines of his face softened, and a grin broke through his usually icy expression.
“You’re here,” Milo said, pulling off his face covering. He flashed Hayley a wide, easy smile as she climbed down.
“Nice work,” Hayley said, jumping lightly from the helicopter.
“Ever since the wall went up, killing zombies has been like mowing a lawn. No challenge at all,” he said.
Hayley laughed. “Give it a few days. I’ll send you some actual lawn mowers and make things even easier.”
Milo grinned, teeth bright. “Sweet.”
Hayley and Milo walked side by side along the top of the wall, talking through issues and adjustments the whole
way.
This defensive line stretched from south to north, guarded by 13 separate bases.
They didn’t need to staff every single stretch of it. If they tried, even deploying everyone in the league wouldn’t be enough to cover something this long.
Zombie movement followed patterns.
The hordes spilled outward from major city roads or areas where large populations used to live. Their routes varied, but when mapped, they always converged on specific zones.
By positioning those 13 bases at key points, they could effectively choke off the zombie tides. The remaining stretches only needed one or two people doing routine patrols.
On top of that, the entire wall was fitted with sensor systems. If zombie numbers crossed a set threshold, warning lights would activate along the whole line.
This officially became the first barrier against incoming zombie waves.
Once Hayley had a clear picture of the situation, she handed full control of the first line over to Milo.
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She also bumped up his benefits across the board.
Everyone living at Firebrand Base was folded into the same benefits system as Haylight Base. Whenever supplies or holiday bonuses went out, Firebrand Base would get an extra share on top of that.
People guarding the front deserved more support.
“You don’t need to worry about your base or your people,” Hayley said. “I’ll handle it. I’ll make sure they’re taken care of, same as mine.”
Milo laughed. His tough, handsome face split into an even bigger grin. “Alright. I’ll hold the front. You take care of everything behind me.”
“Done,” Hayley said.
They slapped palms.
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