By the time the red smog began to thin to signal the arrival of morning on Day Zero, the situation outside the walls of Sanctuary had devolved from a tactical standoff into a desperate massacre.
Colonel Vance stood behind the crushed husk of a ruined hover car. His officer's uniform was now heavily splattered with the black oily blood of the Infected. His hands shook as he ejected an empty magazine from his sidearm.
Click.
He reached for a fresh mag. His pouches were completely empty.
"Status on ammo?!" Vance screamed over the relentless wet tearing sounds echoing through the ruins.
"Dry sir! We're completely dry!" a terrified corporal yelled back as he frantically swung a combat knife at a lunging Demon Rat.
The military camp was being overrun. The noise and the bright lights of the Sanctuary had drawn every wandering Void monster within a ten mile radius. Thousands of mutated civilians and scuttling Phase Spiders were relentlessly throwing themselves at the defensive line.
