For the troops stationed on the outskirts, today had been nothing more than another routine patrol. Just like usual: sit in a truck for a few hours, drive along the city roads, look for anything that might be a zombie, a Honkai Beast, anarchists, and so on. It was simple.
But then, some deafening explosion resounded through the sky. They instinctively covered their ears, yet blood still flowed from them. Then the truck was hurled into the woods by an immense force. The bloodied squad immediately leaped from the overturned vehicle. Finally came the billowing black smoke; flames soared into the sky from the city center all the way to the outpost they had departed from. The Honkai energy pulse cut off every possible means of communication. All they could do now was stare straight at this horrifying sight.
The twelfth Honkai eruption had begun.
Inside a crumbling apartment building, Brook hid with eight other wounded soldiers. One man's leg had already broken, shattered bone mingling with torn rotten flesh. His face was flushed red as he clenched the gauze in his mouth, while the medic used forceps to pull bone fragments embedded in the flesh free before cutting away the decayed tissue around the wound.
Two men had blood streaming from their limbs. Another four had their uniforms stained red by gashes and bite wounds. Even after the wounds were stitched and wrapped in layers of bandages, dark red blood continued seeping through.
The streets were covered in bloodstains and bullet holes, incomplete corpses sprawled everywhere. Zombies wandered aimlessly, occasionally tripping over severed limbs before crawling back up.
The staircase had been barricaded with wardrobes, tables, and chairs. The wounded soldiers who could still barely move gripped their guns tightly without realizing it, occasionally peering out the window to