"Donât tell me," Adrian mumbled. "The North Koreans are invading the South?"
"As I thought, they have a plan on invading us. The zombies destabilized the South and overwhelmed the military so itâs defenseless against a military intervention from the North," Seo said.
As they were speaking, there were thunderous explosions ringing outside, and they were simultaneous, like it was artillery walking across the city.
Each impact rolled through the buildings like a wave. The walls shook. Dust fell from the ceiling in fine lines. Glass panels trembled even behind the newspaper.
Ryan instinctively lowered his stance.
"Thatâs not airstrike pattern," he said. "Thatâs coordinated fire."
Adrian moved back toward the window again, slower this time. He didnât fully expose himself. Just enough to get a view.
Outsideâ
The skyline had changed.
Smoke columns rose from multiple points across the city, not just where the worm had surfaced. Impacts were spaced out, moving in a line, like something was sweeping through sectors.
"Sentinel Eye, confirm," Adrian said.
"Cold Reach One, Sentinel Eye," the AWACS replied. "We are detecting multiple indirect fire trajectories. Origin point estimated north of your position. Range suggests long-range artillery or rocket systems."
Ryan exhaled.
"So theyâre not just probing," he said. "Theyâre committing."
Seo-yeon stepped closer, her eyes fixed toward the covered window.
"Theyâre hitting us for real."
Another series of impacts followed.
"Well, we donât have any assets and we canât get out either when the airspace is hot," Ryan said. "I suggest that we really stay here and observe the situation."
"But what if a day later it get worst? I mean ground movement," Adrian asked, looking at Ryan. "Itâs a standard tactic right? Artillery fire first and then ground troops moving in."
"Well, the zombies are going to slow them down despite the tactics they use," Ryan said. "Still sir, itâs not like we can get out now. Not when the North Koreans are invading the South."
"Youâre right," Adrian sighed. "We will stay here for real."
"Uhm, thatâs going to be a problem, I donât have any food supplies here," Seo-yeon trailed off, glancing toward the small kitchen area.
"I only stocked enough for a few days," she said. "I wasnât expecting... this."
Ryan let out a quiet breath.
"Yeah, no one was."
Adrian didnât answer right away. His eyes moved across the room again, taking in everythingâlayout, exits, blind spots, anything they could use.
"Weâre not staying long enough for that to matter," he said finally.
Ryan looked at him.
"You thinking short-term hold?" he asked.
Adrian nodded.
"Temporary," he said. "We ride out the bombardment, wait for a gap, then we move."
Another explosion rolled through the city, louder this time.
The building shook harder.
Seo-yeon instinctively steadied herself against the table.
"That gap might not come," she said.
"It will," Adrian replied. "No unit sustains this level of fire without pause. Theyâll shift, rearm, reposition."
Ryan nodded.
"Heâs right," he said. "Even if itâs a few minutes, thatâs all we need."
Seo-yeon looked at them both.
"And where do we go?" she asked.
Adrian answered without hesitation.
"Out of the city."
Ryan raised an eyebrow slightly.
"On foot?"
"Partly," Adrian said. "We move sector to sector, avoid main roads, stay off open areas. If we find anything usableâvehicle, transportâwe take it."
Ryan considered it.
"Risky," he said.
Adrian nodded.
"Everything is."
Another series of impacts followed, this time farther out.
The pattern had shifted slightly.
Ryan noticed it.
"Theyâre walking the fire," he said. "Adjusting grid."
"Toward what?" Seo-yeon asked.
Adrian didnât answer immediately.
He moved back to the window again, just enough to get a glimpse.
Through the gaps in the newspaper, he could see it.
The worm.
Still there.
Still moving through the destruction.
Another explosion hit near it, fire wrapping around part of its body.
But it didnât fall.
Didnât slow.
"Itâs not the city," Adrian said quietly.
Ryan looked at him.
"Itâs that thing," he said.
Seo-yeonâs expression tightened.
"Theyâre focusing on it now," she said.
"Yeah," Adrian replied. "And that means this area is going to stay hot. They canât move on with that thing. Letâs just hope the North Koreans kills it because if it doesnât, we will be hopeless against it since the North Koreans employ powerful conventional weapons."
"Thatâs true," Ryan concurred.
Adrian turned and looked at Seo. "Do you have a family, friend, or a colleague that you want to bring along with you back to the Philippines?"
"Why are you asking me that?"
"Thatâs because we are moving to the Philippines right, and since we are here in the South, we can rescue your relatives, if they are alive."
She shook her head. "I have no family, Iâm an orphan...as for my colleagues, they were at the Korea Advanced Institute of Science and Technology prior to the outbreak. They might still be there."
Adrian looked at Ryan again. "What do you think?"
"Well, we canât promise to her that we can extract them. We donât know if they are still alive, and with the North Koreans on the move, Iâd say itâs going to be difficult. Also, there are other concerns. The Sentinel Eye canât linger for long. In the next few hours itâll be forced to return to the Philippines as itâll get low on fuel."
Adrian narrowed his eyes. "Wait...is that true Sentinel Eye?"
"Cold Reach One, Sentinel Eye," the AWACS replied. "Affirmative. Current fuel state is at forty percent. Estimated time on station: three hours before bingo fuel. After that, we must disengage and return to base."
Ryan exhaled slowly.
"There it is," he said. "Our eyes in the sky are on a timer."
Adrian didnât look surprised.
Just focused.
"How long before we lose full coverage?" he asked.
"Gradual degradation in one hour," Sentinel Eye answered. "Full withdrawal at three."
Seo-yeon looked between them.
"So once it leaves... youâre blind?" she asked.
"Not blind," Ryan said. "But a lot less aware."
Adrian nodded once.
"Which means we donât wait too long," he said. "We might have to risk it."