"Move! Faster! Keep moving, keep moving maggots!"
"You over there! You'll be dying first if you don't move those skinny legs of yours!"
"Tanks! Where are the fucking tanks?!"
First squadron was in disarray after the announcement was made to them. A double apocalypse descent was on the way and they were sorely unprepared for it.
Situations like these were very rare, so rare that it had only been recorded twice in history. The good thing about it was that the apocalypse would end after the two waves, the bad news was that they might die in the process.
Thalia was standing at the battlement overseeing the city. Her serpentine red armour glinted under the light, appearing even more ominous underneath the red glow.
She let out a tired sigh, multiple thoughts moving through her kind at once.
Normally, it could take multiple days in between waves of the apocalypse. This gave the soldiers time to service weapons, restock on ammunition and recover from the attack.
