From the rooftop, Jaxon watched the battlefield through his scope.
Below, the remaining soldiers were still struggling to recover from the Behemoths' roar, but Sergeant Henry was doing everything he could to reorganize them into a proper firing line.
Meanwhile, Jaxon continued pulling the trigger, each suppressed shot dropping another infected before it could push farther into the streets.
THUP! THUP! THUP! One after another, the infected fell.
'This won't last long unless more reinforcements arrive.'
His eyes narrowed as he scanned the breach again. The situation was already becoming difficult to control, and if the horde continued pouring in at this rate, the soldiers wouldn't be able to hold the line for much longer.
Then Jaxon's enhanced hearing picked up something beneath the countless roars, gunshots, and screams.
'...Tch.' He slowly lifted his head from the scope. "No..."
His expression hardened. "They're already here."
