Walking Dead: Unlock the Umbrella Corporation Hive Begins with Hunting Chapter 111 111: 111

The lights on the Hive's seventh underground level blazed with sterile white brightness, a stark contrast to the battlefield above, where artillery fire tore apart the sky.

Seventy-four n stood in four perfect rows, their gray eyes fixed straight ahead.

The sixty mbers of UCRD Security wore identical black combat uniforms. No badges. No insignias. Only the red-and-white Umbrella emblem displayed across their backs.

Behind them stood Alpha Team and Bravo Team.

At the front was Hunk.

His gas mask concealed his expression, the red lenses glowing like burning embers beneath the fluorescent lights. His breathing remained steady and controlled, his chest barely moving.

The elevator doors opened.

Wu Fan stepped out, his footsteps echoing through the vast underground hall.

Instantly, all seventy-four n raised their right hands in salute.

Their movents were perfectly synchronized.

Hunk stepped forward.

"Alpha Team, seven mbers present and ready."

"Bravo Team, six mbers present and ready."

"UCRD Security Force, sixty personnel present and ready. Awaiting orders."

Wu Fan looked directly at Hunk.

"Go up there and eliminate the Walkers."

"Yes, sir."

Hunk turned and led the seventy-three n toward the armory.

Gun racks slid open.

G36 rifles were removed one after another.

Magazines were loaded into tactical vests. Grenades were attached to belts. Combat knives were secured inside boots.

No one spoke.

No one wasted a single movent.

Like seventy-four machines activated simultaneously, every action was executed with chanical precision.

Wu Fan followed them into the elevator.

The doors closed.

The floor indicators climbed upward.

B7.

B6.

B5.

B4.

B3.

B2.

B1.

The doors opened.

Imdiately, vibrations and distant explosions poured in from above.

The group moved through the corridor, climbed the stairs, and pushed open the final door.

BOOM!

The battlefield's fury exploded into their ears.

Not a distant rumble.

A deafening roar.

Artillery thunder shook the air.

Tank cannons flashed with orange fire.

Mortars pounded like giant heartbeats.

Beyond the walls, countless gray-white arms stretched toward the sky like a dead forest growing from hell itself.

Walkers climbed over one another in endless waves.

Layer upon layer.

A mountain of corpses was forming beneath the wall.

So were already within ters of reaching the top.

Their jaws snapped endlessly.

Their roars were drowned out by cannon fire, but their hunger remained visible.

Hunk was the first to climb onto the battlents.

He crouched behind cover and raised his G36.

The scope settled on a Walker's forehead.

Pfft.

The Walker lost its grip and tumbled backward into the horde.

To the right, Lupo led Bravo Team and secured a fifty-ter section of the wall.

Ghost took position on Hunk's left.

Every shot he fired claid a head.

The sixty UCRD soldiers spread out behind them.

Their marksmanship couldn't compare to Hunk or Ghost, but they far surpassed ordinary soldiers.

At this distance, every shot found a skull.

Sotis it took two rounds.

Most tis it only took one.

The wall's firepower surged.

Walkers attempting to climb were cut down continuously.

The top layers were shredded by gunfire.

More Walkers climbed over the fallen.

They too were shredded.

The pile of corpses continued to grow higher.

Closer.

Closer to the wall's summit.

Hunk stood and leaned over the battlents.

A burst of fire erupted from his rifle.

Several Walkers at the top of the corpse pile lost their heads and rolled downward.

More imdiately took their place.

He reloaded.

"RPG."

A UCRD soldier stepped forward with a rocket launcher.

He aid at the densest section of the corpse pile.

Whoosh!

The rocket streaked forward.

BOOM!

Flas erupted.

Bodies, limbs, and chunks of flesh were hurled into the air before raining down across the battlefield.

Part of the corpse pile collapsed.

Monts later, it was filled again.

The tide never stopped.

Several kiloters away, dark figures crouched along the forest edge, watching the battle through binoculars.

They were leaders of nearby survivor groups.

They had co to witness who would win.

What they saw left them speechless.

Black-clad soldiers moved across the walls with inhuman efficiency.

Explosions erupted continuously inside the horde.

Artillery.

Heavy artillery.

Then an F-15 scread out of the clouds.

Rocket pods unleashed streams of fire.

Dozens of rockets plunged into the horde and exploded into a sea of flas.

The fighter pulled up sharply.

Turned.

Then dove again.

Its machine guns carved burning trenches through the battlefield.

"That's... a fighter jet..."

Soone whispered.

Nobody answered.

Soon, five helicopters appeared from the north.

Door-mounted machine guns opened fire.

Walkers were pinned down beneath the barrage.

The survivors stared in disbelief.

"What exactly is this CDC?"

One leader's voice trembled.

"Wasn't it supposed to be so private company?"

"How do they have fighter jets and artillery?"

Behind him, his n whispered among themselves.

"Maybe we should seek shelter there."

"They'll definitely recruit people after the battle."

The leader heard every word.

His expression darkened.

He knew what this ant.

After seeing true power, nobody would continue following him through the woods.

Suddenly—

A roar erupted from nearby bushes.

He spun around.

A Walker lunged from the undergrowth and bit one of his n on the shoulder.

The man scread and fell.

More Walkers erged.

Chaos instantly followed.

The group scattered in every direction.

The leader was shoved deep into the forest, losing both his binoculars and a shoe.

He never looked back.

The battle continued.

Hours passed.

Hunk no longer knew how many rounds he had fired.

Nor how many Walkers had died.

Yet his breathing remained steady.

His heartbeat never changed.

To his right, Lupo and Bravo Team continued holding their section.

Nothing had changed.

Nothing had broken.

Behind the wall, Wu Fan stood atop an observation platform holding a loudspeaker.

His voice echoed across the battlefield.

"The wall beneath your feet is humanity's last line of defense!"

"Those things outside want to tear us apart!"

"They want to destroy your families!"

"They want to extinguish the last spark of civilization!"

"Will you let them succeed?"

"NO!"

Hundreds of voices roared back.

"Then fight!"

"Fight until they fear us!"

"Fight until every last one of them is dead!"

"Fight until this world belongs to the living once again!"

"ROAR—!"

The defenders erupted.

Machine guns fired endlessly.

Barrels glowed red-hot and were replaced imdiately.

Rocket launchers thundered repeatedly.

Flathrowers drenched the battlefield in fire.

Burning Walkers stumbled through the horde, spreading flas everywhere.

The battlefield beca a sea of fire.

Searchlights illuminated the darkness.

Helicopter spotlights swept across the horde.

Flares lit the sky.

Then dawn arrived.

Not because the sun rose.

But because the guns finally fell silent.

The cannon fire stopped.

The gunfire ceased.

The roars disappeared.

Smoke drifted away with the morning wind.

The battlefield erged.

Blackened earth stretched into the distance.

Mountains of corpses covered the ground.

So still smoldered.

So still burned.

Others had already turned to ash.

The final Walker stood atop the corpse pile.

Its lower body remained trapped beneath the dead.

It could only stare toward the wall and roar.

Hunk raised his rifle.

The scope centered on its forehead.

Pfft.

Its head exploded.

The corpse slid into the pile below.

Silence followed.

Only the wind remained.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

The defenders simply stared at the battlefield.

As if trying to convince themselves they had survived.

Then soone laughed.

A quiet laugh.

Then soone cried.

A loud, uncontrollable cry.

Others embraced one another.

So collapsed where they stood.

Others slid down the battlents and closed their eyes.

The cooks pushed carts filled with steaming soup onto the wall.

Hardly anyone touched it.

Most soldiers simply lay down where they stood.

So used ammunition crates as pillows.

Others rested against the wall.

A few slept with rifles still in their hands.

Within monts, snores echoed everywhere.

Only Hunk remained standing.

He leaned his G36 against the wall and removed his gas mask.

For the first ti, his sharp features were revealed.

He looked across the scorched battlefield.

At the smoking corpses.

At the ruined highway beyond.

Then he turned away.

Ghost followed him.

Lupo followed Ghost.

The sixty UCRD soldiers followed Lupo.

Together, they returned to the Hive.

The elevator descended.

B1.

B2.

B3.

B4.

B5.

B6.

B7.

The doors opened.

UCRD Security resud its designated guard rotations.

The elite teams returned to their quarters and awaited their next mission.

Wu Fan stood alone on the rooftop.

The rising sun cast a crimson glow across the battlefield.

He lit a cigarette.

Smoke drifted into the morning air.

Behind him, Amy had fallen asleep against the doorway.

Beth rested her head on Amy's shoulder, asleep as well.

Guillermo remained standing.

But his eyes were closed.

His breathing was calm.

For the first ti in many hours...

The battlefield was quiet.