The Little Prince in the Ossuary

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#Seventh California, Camp Roberts (2)

The Humvee shook violently upon reaching the unpaved roads, which, having been bombed frequently, were now in a state where they could no longer really even be called roads.

Since they were riding in a military vehicle not made for comfort, everyone within felt every small rock or hump on their path. It was as if they were riding an off-road vehicle.

Gyeo-ul was sitting in the front seat. He opened the window and hung his arm outside, feeling the winter wind. He hoped the cold would help him fight his sleepiness.

Fatigue was eating away at his stamina. He could feel the overall decrease in his abilities, and it was just too much. Despite staying up all night in a fierce battle, calming refugee zones, and extinguishing fires, now he’d been deployed for rescue operations.

Camp San Luis Obispo had failed to overcome the previous night’s crisis. The wired controller deployed by the Containment Command had identified troops moving northward away from the station, along with refugees and citizens, and a large group of infectious mutants chasing after them.

The chase had taken place over a wide range, tens of kilometers across. Every space had now been sprayed with Trickster jamming to avoid bombing as they were chasing the survivors closely. The scattered regiment fighting team had not recovered its command system, after all. At least, that was the case with Gyeo-ul’s briefing.

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