Frozen Command

"The elite squads are the only thing keeping the pressure off us down there! If they pull back, we're done for!"

"Captain, do we listen to her?"

The Strike Squad members were gasping for breath, their muscles screaming with fatigue. They could barely lift their weapons.

Thirty had gone out. Eighteen remained. And zombies kept coming. Nobody said it aloud, but despair was creeping into every heart.