Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 244: Fire from the Sky Part I

Location: MOA Complex, Strategic Command Deck

Date: January 21, 2026 — 8:04 AM

Thomas stood alone on the observation deck above Hangar 3, watching as a new payload was sealed into a reinforced missile cradle. Below, engineers in radiation suits worked methodically, unaware of the true magnitude of what they were handling.

He had made the call. The world had changed.

The Goliath was only the beginning.

Estimated Bloom biomass: 9 hectares

He summoned a new payload.

Another W76-2. Another JASSM-ER.

[Total Cost: 800,000 Blood Coins]

He inserted the launch key.

[Target Lock: Bacoor Sector Gamma]

Coordinates: 14.4600° N, 120.9500° E

[Launch Confirmed]

12:42 PM — Detonation

Another flash.

Another scream of thunder across the bay.

Rebecca watched this one from the upper tower.

The blast rippled through her chest, though she stood miles away. The cloud didn't rise high—it wasn't a full-scale nuke. But it was enough. Enough to turn everything inside the zone into dust and memory.

12:55 PM — System Notification

[Zombies Eliminated: 612,401]

[+30,620,050 Blood Coins]

[Bloom Biomass: Cleared]

[Contamination Risk: None Detected]

[Sector Status: Sterile]

Thomas now had over additional 100 million Blood Coins in his account.

1:10 PM – War Room

Marcus leaned over the console. "I'm running models. If we keep this pace—three a day—we could clear all high-infestation urban centers in the next two weeks."

Thomas nodded. "Then do it. Start planning tomorrow's targets. Marikina. Calamba. Angeles. I want options."

"What about international fallout?" Marcus asked. "These are nukes. Even if they're low-yield, satellite agencies will start noticing."

Thomas replied without emotion. "There are no functioning governments left to protest. And even if there were… would they rather I let the cities fester?"

Marcus had no answer.

Phillip shrugged. "The world died last year. We're just managing the infection now."

Thomas turned away from the screens, walking toward the elevator.

He paused before entering and looked over his shoulder.

"Let history judge me later. For now, I'll be the fire."

Thomas turned away from the screens, walking toward the elevator.

He paused before entering and looked over his shoulder.

"Let history judge me later. For now, I'll be the fire."