We sat silently in the bunker. We received the call a few hours ago. HQ could not send back up, and the horde was descending on our location.

We held a massive attack on the base last week, but after that was thrown at us, we lost too many men to stay. But we did, as our orders were to do so.

Those bugs just would not stop coming, and apparently they hatched new creations. This time, they will win.

Julio smokes and Johnson just stares at the ground. The bunker could hold for an hour, maybe. We secured the path between the mountains a few years back, so this location has always been contentious.

We will hold, for an hour. Maybe. We will die in that time as well. The horde will decimate this location, and move on. Hopefully, the main base has evacuated the remaining crew.

We sit and we wait, for the inevitability. It is quiet. Calm.

I survey the area through my periscope. The bunker sits with half of it underground. The holes from last week patched with steel and iron and other metals. It is sound bunker. We have thousands of rounds. We have thousands to kill, if we want to last even that one hour.

The ground begins to shake. They are here. Julio puts on his cigarette. Johnson rises.

We meet our fate, head on.