Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse

The tension in the Command Center was thick as the Patriot missile team worked rapidly to reconfigure the system for ground-target strike. A large monitor displayed a live drone feed of Guadalupe Bridge, where the undead continued pouring in, though slowed by traffic congestion and barricades.

Thomas stood with Marcus Holt, Adrian Vance, and Elias Carter, watching the process unfold.

"Status update, Patriot team?" Marcus called into the radio.

A sharp reply came through. "Zeus 0-1, missile team is completing reconfiguration now. ETA two minutes before we can fire."

Adrian exhaled. "We're cutting it close. Some zombies are already making it across."

The drone feed zoomed in, showing clusters of zombies climbing over abandoned cars, their numbers steadily increasing. A few hundred had already crossed, but the bulk of the horde was still stuck on the bridge.

Thomas grabbed his radio. "Apaches, clear out whatever crossed the bridge. Keep them from advancing further."

Ten minutes later.

Captain Daniels, pilot of Talon-One, gripped the controls of his AH-64E Apache Guardian, banking hard toward the Guadalupe Bridge. Through his helmet display, he spotted clusters of zombies already on the other side.

"Command, this is Talon-One. We have eyes on hostiles past the bridge. Engaging now."

The 30mm M230 chain gun beneath the Apache's nose rotated, locking onto a swarm of undead pushing through abandoned vehicles.

"Guns, guns, guns!"

A burst of high-explosive rounds shredded the first wave of zombies, limbs flying as rounds tore through rotting flesh and bone.

From Talon-Two, the second Apache, the co-pilot armed a Hydra rocket pod.

"Firing rockets. Splash in three."

FWOOOOSH!

Two Hydra 70 rockets streaked toward the bridge, impacting a cluster of zombies attempting to sprint forward. The explosion sent dozens flying, the fireball lighting up the area.

Back at the Command Center, the drone feed showed the carnage in real-time.

Marcus smirked. "Hell of a light show."

Thomas, however, remained focused. "Patriot team, status?"

A massive military truck sat parked on an elevated clearing near the MOA perimeter, where a MIM-104 Patriot missile launcher had been hastily recalibrated for ground-target strike.

A group of technicians and operators worked fast, finalizing targeting parameters.

The team leader, Lieutenant Parks, grabbed his headset. "Command, this is Zeus 0-1. The missile is ready for immediate delivery. Standing by for launch."

The missile's targeting computer locked onto Guadalupe Bridge, displaying precise coordinates on the operator's screen.

"Coordinates locked. Target designated."

A missile officer began a final countdown. "Missile armed. Three… two… one… shot out!"

From the drone's infrared camera, a massive streak of heat ignited as the Patriot missile blasted off from its launch platform, roaring into the sky with a fiery tail.

"Missile is loose!" the Patriot team confirmed.

The entire Command Center watched as the missile arced upward, then began its steep descent toward Guadalupe Bridge.

The drone operator zoomed in, watching as hundreds of zombies continued surging forward—until the missile made impact.

BOOOOOOOM!

A deafening shockwave ripped through the city as the Patriot missile struck dead center on the bridge. The explosion was catastrophic, sending chunks of concrete, twisted metal, and undead bodies hurtling into the Pasig River below.

A fireball erupted, engulfing everything in a blinding white-hot inferno.

The entire bridge collapsed, breaking apart in a chain reaction as its supports buckled, sending thousands of zombies plunging into the raging waters below.

Those who had already crossed were cut off from reinforcements, leaving them stranded without the massive horde backing them up.

Back at the Command Center, the drone feed flickered before stabilizing, now showing a smoking ruin where the bridge once stood.

A loud cheer erupted among the military personnel in the room.

"Direct hit! The bridge is gone!"

"Eagle Actual to Zeus 0-1, target is destroyed."

"Roger that, Zeus 0-1 standing by for another target."

Marcus let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Damn good shot."

Elias Carter smirked, arms crossed. "That's one hell of a bottleneck removed. They'll have to go around now."

Adrian Vance, however, kept a serious expression. "That won't stop them completely. They'll find alternate routes."

Thomas remained calm. "Exactly. But now, they'll have to take longer paths, giving us extra time to prepare. We've won ourselves at least another 40 minutes."

Howard Briggs updated the holographic battlefield map, marking Guadalupe Bridge as destroyed.

Vincent Rourke nodded. "We should still expect smaller waves coming from different directions. But we have Apache so they'll take care of that."

Thomas tapped the tabletop map, looking at the routes leading from the north to MOA Complex.

"They'll be forced to go through alternative crossings. Check Makati, Mandaluyong, and any other bridges they might use."

Adrian nodded. "I'll send additional drones to monitor those routes."

Marcus clapped his hands together. "Alright, next steps. We still have over an hour before the main wave arrives. What's the plan?"

Thomas exhaled, his mind working through the next phase of defense.

"We're taking advantage of every second. We strengthen our perimeter, deploy more military hardware, and set up kill zones along their new routes. We bleed them dry before they even reach us."

The Command Center buzzed as officers relayed new orders.

This battle was far from over.

But now, they had the advantage.

[Time: 1015 Hours]

[Location: MOA Command Center]

The destruction of Guadalupe Bridge had bought them time, but the battle was far from over. Thomas knew that while the zombies would now be forced to take alternative routes, they would still keep coming.

Adrian Vance, Chief of Air Force, adjusted the battlefield map on the holographic display. "From the new recon footage, we've identified the closest alternate crossings. Makati-Mandaluyong Bridge, Estrella-Pantaleon Bridge, and the Jones Bridge further east."

Elias Carter, Chief of Army, folded his arms. "If we're lucky, most of the horde will funnel toward these crossings, giving us more chokepoints to destroy them in smaller waves instead of one giant surge."

Marcus Holt, Deputy Chief of Staff, turned to Thomas. "Do we take out another bridge?"

Thomas shook his head. "No. We already used one Patriot missile for Guadalupe. If we take out more bridges, we risk isolating ourselves in the long run."

Howard Briggs, Chief of Logistics, nodded in agreement. "And it would stretch our supply lines if we need to push outward later."

Thomas tapped the table. "Then we turn those bridges into kill zones. We don't destroy them—we fortify them."