Zombie Train

In the suburbs of London, 15 days after the first mutation.

Six months ago, London was the epicenter of a devastating outbreak. Nearly ten million people in the city were affected, with only a handful of the royal family and government officials receiving proper protection. By the time of the great mutation, almost all of these ten million had transformed into mutated creatures.

The last five thousand uninfected members of the British army were assembled in the suburbs of London. Their mission was to rescue the royal family and government leaders who had taken refuge in the Buckingham Palace shelter.

A HC3 helicopter flew past the London Eye, heading towards Buckingham Palace.

The pilot looked down at the chaotic scene below. A mass of mutated creatures was swarming around the city center. "Zenith Star, this is Moon One. The landing area is packed... It's more crowded than Christmas Eve," the pilot reported.

"Copy that, Moon One. The rescue team is entering the area. Please head to the intersection of Perley Avenue, 250 meters ahead. They've encountered some resistance," came the response.

"Copy, Moon One heading to Perley Avenue, 250 meters ahead. Over and out."

The helicopter veered off course, leaving behind the thrashing mutated creatures below, and made its way towards the southern side of the city.

At the same time, the main force was engaged in fierce combat with the mutated creatures at Winster Park in the northeast corner of the city.

Around 2,500 soldiers were advancing slowly, moving from the edge of the city toward Winster Park, where the ground was littered with corpses and severed limbs.

The front line featured a Challenger 2 main battle tank, which had exhausted all its main gun ammunition but was still firing its coaxial machine guns and turret-mounted machine guns at the incoming mutated creatures.

Dozens of "Warrior" infantry fighting vehicles, equipped with 30mm autocannons, roared to life as high-explosive shells shredded the mutated creatures in their path.

Behind them, another group of infantry fighting vehicles paused to reload and replace their barrels.

Combat engineers had begun digging up the park's grounds, erecting blast walls around the area. The command was preparing to transform Winster Park into a forward operating base within the city.

Two "Foxhound" armored vehicles, accompanied by several supply trucks, rushed into the defensive perimeter. Though the route had been cleared, the bloodstains on the vehicles' fronts told the tale of the horrors encountered on the way.

Around them, dozens of battle vehicles formed a protective ring, creating an impenetrable barrier of bullets and shells.

Several 82mm mortar shells rained down, obliterating a group of mutated creatures that were clustered together, turning them into a heap of blood and flesh.

In the sky, Apache attack helicopters hovered, their 30mm machine guns tearing apart any mutated creature unlucky enough to cross their path. If one was directly hit, all that remained was a cloud of blood mist.

At a military base several kilometers away, four M270 rocket launchers were loaded and ready. With the commander's signal, the rockets screamed into the sky, vaporizing all mutated creatures within several square kilometers of the front lines.

Moments later, the roar of 15 M77 howitzers could be heard as their shells rained down, demolishing old buildings and sending mutated creatures within and around them to their graves.

No flesh could withstand the firepower of a modern military, not even an army of a hundred thousand mutated creatures.

For hours, the military had obliterated hundreds of thousands of mutated creatures. The northern region was still being flooded with more of them, but as long as ammunition held out and supply lines were maintained, the army could continue fighting until every mutated creature in London was wiped out.

These creatures had no sense of tactics; they only knew how to charge forward, mindlessly piling on top of one another. For the human army, it was simply a matter of overwhelming firepower.

Moreover, the officers at the base had received the highest-level authorization to use non-nuclear weapons from other missile bases if necessary to clear the mutated creatures.

As the helicopter approached the southern part of the city, it quickly found the convoy. The noise and commotion from the vehicles made them easy to locate.

At the front of the convoy, a Challenger tank equipped with an old-fashioned iron chain mine-clearing device led the way. The spinning chains shredded any mutated creature that came into its path. Behind it, a military bulldozer cleared any debris that might block the convoy's path.

Two Rafale fighter jets passed overhead, releasing eight GBU-12 bombs onto the ground below.

A high-rise building collapsed with a thunderous roar, burying both the mutated creatures inside and those lurking beneath the rubble.

"Fire Mars One, this is Moon One," the helicopter pilot reported. Looking ahead, he saw the mass of mutated creatures approaching in waves on the main road several kilometers away. "You've got a horde of several hundred thousand targets approaching two kilometers ahead... about a kilometer wide."

The tank at the head of the convoy came to a halt, its mine-clearing device also stopping. The turret slowly turned to face the incoming mass of creatures, and the barrel aimed directly at the road ahead.

The bulldozer, which had been in second position, began reversing. An Ajax armored vehicle took its place, and its 40mm autocannon was quickly loaded.

Soon, a sea of mutated creatures appeared, crawling from the road and the rooftops, surging toward the convoy like a tidal wave.

The tank fired its main cannon, sending a cloud of dust into the air.

High-explosive shells detonated in the middle of the swarm, tearing apart dozens of mutated creatures in a single explosion.

Meanwhile, the helicopters overhead descended, and their door-mounted guns began spraying the approaching horde.

The mutated creatures crowded the streets, so tightly packed that precision wasn't a concern. As long as they fired, mutated creatures would fall.

Some soldiers dismounted from the vehicles, not to deal with the horde in front, but to keep an eye on the roadsides to ensure no mutated creatures slipped through and attacked the convoy.

After several minutes, the wave of over ten thousand mutated creatures was reduced to a handful of survivors, crawling on the ground, their bodies half destroyed.

The infantry quickly returned to their vehicles, and the convoy started moving again.

The Ajax ran over a car, sending it into the air, and the bulldozer returned to its second position.

The poor sedan was immediately flattened, reduced to a pile of scrap beneath the 50-ton armored vehicle.

The tank's mine-clearing device started up again, and the chains spun like demons, crashing against the ground.