"Gate team, this is Bravo Patrol! We've got hostiles incoming! Use the mounted guns—now!"
Static crackled before a voice responded, "Copy that, Commander. Targets sighted, firing in three… two… one…"
Winter's eyes narrowed as he scanned the skyline. He saw the mounted guns on top of the wall activate, the heavy artillery swinging into position. The hum of machinery reverberated through the air, and Winter could feel his muscles tense.
The mounted guns roared to life, spraying the advancing zombies with a hail of bullets. Their bodies exploded under the heavy fire, limbs flying as the line of creatures was mowed down in seconds.
But the fight wasn't over. Some of the creatures were ducking between the bullets, hellbent on getting to them.
