Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 227: Didn’t Expect the Numbers

December 17, 2025 — 5:42 AM

Overwatch Command – MOA Complex, BGC.

The air inside the command center was taut with tension. Monitors buzzed, terminals flickered, and voices whispered over encrypted radio nets as Overwatch operators loaded the day's mission data. The early morning haze outside the reinforced windows barely colored the sky—dawn still struggling to rise.

Thomas Estaris stood in the center of the Situation Room, this was it, his fundraising campaign.

A full wall of holographic maps glowed in front of him—terrain models of Luzon, target overlays, grid references from drone patrols. Red clusters dotted the landscape like heat blooms on a battlefield: confirmed zombie concentrations. Most were outside NCR limits—Nueva Ecija, Pampanga, Zambales, and the outskirts of Bulacan.

Thomas pointed to the first red zone—a bloated ring of data centered over the collapsed cityscape of San Fernando.

"Group A—this is your first run," he said. "Target area is three klicks west of the old provincial capitol. Dense formation. Estimated count between 800 and 1,200 infected. Let's get this fundraising started."

The team standing at the perimeter of the table—pilots, techs, and aircrew—nodded. Each wore matte-black flight suits bearing the Overwatch insignia.

"No civilians?" asked Marcus, standing beside Thomas.

"No heat returns in the buildings. Recon sweep showed zero movement not matching infected patterns. So we are clear for bombardment."

"Confirmed," added a drone operator nearby. "Thermal feed confirms mass grouping near the collapsed train overpass. Classic horde behavior—dormant in the shade, clustering under concrete. They're ripe for harvest."

"Then let's not waste time," Thomas said. "Fire up the birds."

06:15 AM — MOA Airfield.

Twin F-16V Viper+ jets sat parked at the edge of the runway, their canopies lifted as ground crew scrambled around them, checking flaps, fueling pods, and calibrating smart munitions.

Overhead, the low rumble of an AC-130 Spectre buzzed through the clouds, circling on standby. freēnovelkiss.com

Farther down the line, two Warthogs—A-10 Thunderbolt IIs—had just completed pre-flight and began to taxi toward the southern runway, their nose art still visible beneath the armor plating. Both bore shark-tooth smiles beneath their cannon ports.

Thomas, helmet under one arm, walked the tarmac with Marcus as they approached the lead Warthog.

"They're loaded with GAU-8s, incendiary clusters, and HE rockets," the pilot reported. "Primary fire lanes will follow the trench vectors. You'll have top-down and side sweep coverage."

"And the F-16s?"

"JDAMs for high altitude drops, then they'll switch to gun runs if needed."

Thomas nodded. "Good. No mistakes. We want maximum body count. Precision matters—every confirmed kill is Blood Coin income. So let's maximize this campaign!"

Marcus leaned in. "We'll sweep the northern rail zone after San Fernando. That'll put us on track for Tarlac before sundown."

Thomas looked to the sky. "Good. Let them burn."

07:03 AM — Above San Fernando, Pampanga

The F-16s broke cloud cover first, slicing across the sky in tandem, their contrails streaking white behind them. They angled downward, targeting pods locking onto coordinates fed directly from Reaper drones circling above.

A voice cracked over the radio:

"Eagle One to Overwatch, target acquired. JDAMs armed. Releasing in three—two—one—"

Below, on the ruined streets of San Fernando, the horde never saw it coming.

The first explosion dropped between two collapsed buildings, sending a blast of heat and debris skyward. Concrete shattered. Infected were torn apart instantly—hundreds vaporized or thrown like rag dolls across ruined intersections.

The second hit seconds later—precise, narrow corridor—straight through the overpass.

"Splash confirmed," Eagle Two called in. "Zero collateral, maximum spread."

The AC-130 moved next.

Spooky One's orbit stabilized at 10,000 feet, and then its side guns lit up the sky.

A 105mm howitzer shell struck the cluster near the open mall complex. An entire column of zombies disappeared in a flash of white light and smoke.

"Reaper feed shows clear lane," the gunner confirmed.

The city's old business district had become a nest—dozens of high-rises warped by time, Bloom growth, and collapsed infrastructure. Streets were filled with wrecked vehicles. A former bus terminal had become a writhing mass of the infected—thousands clumped together, feeding on nothing, dormant, waiting.

It was perfect.

"Angle in from the northeast," Thomas said. "Let the Vipers soften the roof clusters. The gunship will cover the street-level sweep."

This time, he gave the green light personally.

"Strike it."

JDAMs fell first—two into the terminal roof, one through the adjacent parking garage.

Then the Warthogs dropped low.

Their cannons opened fire, and the AC-130 rotated fire control to a second crewman, targeting deeper within the blocks.

A 40mm Bofors tore through the entryway of a Bloom hive—orange growths ruptured like overripe tumors, releasing gas, gore, and screeching infected that were instantly shredded by follow-up fire.

By the time the run was complete, the drone readouts were already counting: 1,500+ infected neutralized.

Blood Coin total: climbing fast. About 61,875,000 blood coins. The amount was something that Thomas didn't expect. There were still a lot of zombies in just Luzon alone and the fact that he had lowballed himself, expecting a less cluster of zombies, was a regretful feeling.

09:37 AM — Central Luzon Airspace

Back inside the command trailer, Thomas reviewed the mission map with Marcus and the operations crew. Five zones hit. Four cleared. Two more planned before midday.

Total kills: over 1,235,700+

Minimal ammo loss. Zero pilot casualties.

It was working.

"Send the drones north," Thomas ordered. "Scout the Ilocos ridge towns. We'll burn them out by nightfall."

"Yes, sir."

He looked down at the map again. Looking for the places to mine. Per every zombie killed, he would get 50 blood coins.

He is going to amend the plan, he would acquire powerful naval ships with this.