Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 50: Bombardment

Thomas stood inside the MOA Command Center, his sharp eyes fixed on the massive holographic display in front of him. The countdown timer continued to tick down.

00:25:47

Through the real-time drone feeds, he watched as the military forces he had deployed outside the MOA Complex solidified their positions.

Rows of M1A2 Abrams tanks lined the streets, their massive 120mm smoothbore cannons pointed toward the approaching horde. Behind them, M2A4 Bradley Infantry Fighting Vehicles and Stryker APCs formed a secondary line, ready to provide cover and mobility for the infantry battalions positioned between them.

Farther back, the artillery batteries were in place.

M109A7 Paladin self-propelled howitzers had taken up firing positions, their long barrels aimed toward the city outskirts. M270 MLRS (Multiple Launch Rocket System) vehicles stood at the ready, their launch tubes filled with high-explosive rockets, waiting for the signal to unleash hell.

Overhead, the airspace was controlled.

AH-64E Apache Guardians patrolled the skies, their Hellfire missiles and 30mm chain guns primed for close air support. Drones circled above, providing live intelligence to the tactical network.

Despite their overwhelming firepower, Thomas knew this would be a battle of attrition.

The zombies were endless.

If the line broke at any point, MOA itself would become a war zone. But they could thin the line. On the EDSA and other major avenues and boulevards, a huge sum of zombies could be seen.

"Let's use the Paladin and the MRLS."

Inside the SMX Convention Center, Samantha sat on her cot, her hands gripping her backpack tightly.

The tension in the air was suffocating.

Everyone in the hall could feel it—the unspoken sense of dread that came with waiting.

No one knew what the countdown meant.

No one knew what was coming.

Yet, outside, the military was preparing for something huge.

Samantha swallowed hard, her mind racing. Why wouldn't the soldiers tell them anything?

She looked at the large digital screen displaying the countdown.

00:23:32

Her fingers twitched.

The last time she felt this level of unease was when the outbreak first started.

She could still remember it—the screams, the chaos, the way people turned in an instant.

Was it happening again?

A deep voice interrupted her thoughts.

"You're nervous."

Samantha turned her head.

A man in his late thirties, rugged, with a military bearing, sat beside her. His scarred hands suggested experience in combat.

"You feel it too, don't you?" the man continued, his gaze locked onto the screen.

Samantha hesitated but nodded.

"You military?" she asked.

The man smirked slightly. "Not anymore. But I know a battlefield when I see one."

He glanced at the soldiers stationed around the hall.

"They're not treating this like a normal evacuation," he murmured. "They're treating this like a containment zone."

Samantha's grip on her bag tightened.

Containment?

Before she could respond—

BOOM.

The ground shook slightly.

Muffled explosions echoed in the distance, and the lights flickered for a moment.

A moment of silence.

Then panic.

"What was that?!"

"Something's happening outside!"

People rushed toward the reinforced doors, but the soldiers stationed there immediately raised their rifles.

"Back away from the exits!" one of them bellowed. "Stay in designated areas!"

The order was clear. No one was leaving.

Samantha exchanged uneasy glances with the man beside her.

Something was happening.

Something bad.

But outside, it wasn't that bad.

***

At the rear artillery positions, a coordinated effort was already in motion. The M109A7 Paladin self-propelled howitzers, lined up in staggered formation, had their 155mm shells loaded and locked onto the largest zombie concentrations.

The lead gunner for Battery One received the firing solution from command.

"All crews, fire for effect," came the order.

KA-THUNK!

A 155mm high-explosive shell was slammed into the breech.

"Fire!"

BOOOOOM!

The first shell left the barrel, its massive recoil rocking the entire vehicle. Seconds later, a thunderous detonation erupted in the middle of EDSA, reducing hundreds of zombies to smoldering remains.

Another round loaded.

"Fire!"

BOOOOM!

The second shell found its mark on Buendia Avenue, obliterating a dense cluster of infected that had been advancing in waves.

The barrage continued, each round landing with devastating precision.

Buildings shook as the artillery shells tore apart concrete and asphalt, sending debris and body parts flying. The shockwaves flattened entire waves of undead, leaving nothing but burning husks in the impact zones.

Within minutes, dozens of shells had been fired, thinning the approaching horde by the thousands.

While the Paladin batteries pounded the horde, another powerful weapon was brought into action.

The M270 MLRS was already in position.

Crewmen secured the launch coordinates. A series of six Guided MLRS rockets were locked onto targets deep in the zombie-infested zones.

"Launch!"

WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH!

A barrage of rockets streaked across the sky, their flaming tails cutting through the darkness.

Seconds later—

BOOOOOM!

Each GMLRS missile landed deep in the hordes, their 200-pound warheads detonating on impact. Entire city blocks were flattened, their structures collapsing as fire and shrapnel consumed everything.

A second wave followed.

WHOOSH-WHOOSH!

BOOOOOM!

The explosions sent shockwaves through Makati, wiping out tens of thousands of zombies that had been funneling through the city's main arteries.

From the MOA Command Center, Thomas could see the effects in real-time. Through the drone feed, the massive zombie horde had been decimated—the streets now littered with mangled bodies, burning wreckage, and craters where the undead had once been.

Yet, the horde was still pushing forward.

They weren't stopping.

Thomas exhaled.

This was to be expected of a country that has over a hundred million in population and congregated in NCR.

"Reload and continue firing," he ordered.

He continued watching the onslaught of his artilleries against the zombies with satisfied look.

he 155mm shells and guided rockets had effectively thinned out hundreds of thousands of zombies, reducing once-bustling avenues into craters of burning corpses.

Then it happened.

Without warning, something just emerged from the street directly to Buendia Avenue—directly in the path of the incoming rockets.

A colossal, grotesque entity, unlike anything they had encountered before.

WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH!

A fresh salvo of MLRS missiles screamed toward the target.

The creature moved.

A massive, organic shield, resembling chitinous armor fused with pulsating flesh, expanded from its malformed arm. The entire limb twisted and warped, forming a gigantic defensive plate, jagged and layered like a grotesque exoskeleton. The missiles struck, but instead of detonating on impact, the shield absorbed the explosions—as if swallowing the force whole.

BOOOOM!

Smoke engulfed the area, but when it cleared…

The creature stood unscathed.

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