Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 251 - 251: The Reach Expands

33 Days Since First Strike — Lucena Command Hub

The rain had stopped just an hour ago, leaving the streets of Phoenix Sector-1 glistening under the rising sun. Water dripped from solar awnings above every walkway, and the scent of wet concrete mixed with the earthy perfume of new crops. Children splashed in shallow puddles, their laughter bouncing between half-finished structures. The city was still raw, but alive.

Inside the Command Hub, Thomas stood over a wide planning table. A digital map of southern Luzon displayed in full detail—each known settlement flickering with soft green markers, and swaths of unexplored land glowing amber.

To his right, Dr. Sato was adjusting the live biosignal feed. To his left, Phillip scrolled through the latest updates from the Redsand integration.

"They've sent their first medics," Phillip reported. "Two of them. Plus a carpenter and three scouts. They'll arrive in San Fernando by tomorrow."

"Good," Thomas replied, eyes locked on the map. "Redsand proves it. We're not alone out here."

"Think there are more?" Phillip asked.

"There's always more," Sato answered. "Humans are stubborn like that."

Keplar entered the room, coat still damp from his inspection rounds. "I've been reviewing thermal imaging from the tiltrotor logs. We found another cluster of anomalies east of Naga. No smoke, but consistent grid-like heat signatures."

Thomas looked up. "Another possible settlement?"

"Could be," Keplar said. "Or something worse. Could be a hive."

Sato frowned. "That far south?"

"It's unconfirmed," Keplar admitted. "But the readings match early patterns from Calamba, just before the Bloom erupted in full."

Thomas leaned over the map. "Then it's time to expand our reach. Naga's always been a crossroads. If we can secure it, we can open a southern corridor to Bicol and eventually Samar."

Phillip nodded. "You want a recon sweep?"

"Not just recon," Thomas said. "I want a forward base. A place we can hold if things go wrong."

Sato tapped the screen, highlighting a highland pass leading into Naga. "There's an old hydroelectric station near here—abandoned before the Fall. Elevation is good. Natural choke points. Could be fortified."

Thomas didn't hesitate. "Deploy Shadow Team 2. Give them drones, mobile relays, and a forward engineering unit. This isn't just a search anymore. It's expansion."

34 Days Since First Strike — Highland Approach, Camarines Sur

The tiltrotor kicked up dirt and leaves as it touched down on the edge of the highland pass. Six operators disembarked, followed by two engineers and a pair of logistics drones. The air was cooler here, the sky tinted with haze.

Shadow Team 2's leader, Ramirez, scanned the ridge through his scope. "No motion. Terrain's rough. But we've got visibility all the way to the basin below."

The engineers began unloading supplies—lightweight solar panels, modular walls, collapsible towers. Everything needed to establish a forward presence.

Overwatch called it "Site Echo."

By sundown, they had secured the perimeter and activated a relay link to Lucena. Echo was online.

35 Days Since First Strike — MOA Complex

Inside the war room, Site Echo's feed streamed across a corner display. Low-resolution, but functional. Keplar reviewed the environmental readings while Thomas stood by.

"No Bloom traces in the soil. Air quality is stable. And no high radiation hotspots. It's viable," Keplar confirmed.

"And the heat signatures near Naga?" Thomas asked.

"Still there," Phillip replied. "We're dispatching the drones tomorrow. Should have visuals within 48 hours."

Thomas rubbed the back of his neck. "If it's another survivor group, we do what we did with Redsand. But if it's a nest…"

"Then we burn it," Keplar said grimly.

36 Days Since First Strike — Site Echo, Field Perimeter

The recon drones buzzed low over the tree canopy, their IR sensors sweeping for activity. Below them, the jungle thinned into terraced slopes—once rice paddies, now overgrown.

Ramirez called it in. "We've got movement. Several heat sources. Civilian scale. No erratic patterns. They're not infected."

The drone zoomed in. Crude huts, corrugated roofing, open fires. Figures tending to small gardens.

Thomas received the feed at MOA. "That's another settlement."

"They look isolated," Sato said. "No roads. No comms. Likely no contact since the Fall."

Thomas made the call. "Approach carefully. No weapons drawn unless provoked. Offer them trade and medical checks."

37 Days Since First Strike — Southern Basin Hamlet

The Overwatch team approached with caution—three scouts, no armor, no visible weapons. A woman with a bow met them first, flanked by a group of tired-looking men.

"We don't want trouble," she said.

"Neither do we," the lead scout replied. "We're with Overwatch."

The woman blinked. "That name means something?"

The scout offered a ration pack. "It will."

After tense moments, the villagers allowed them in.

Thirty-seven people. Most elderly or children. One diesel generator barely coughing. They lived on tubers and boiled river water. They had no real defense.

And they were sick.

"We've had coughs. Fevers," said one of the elders. "Sometimes… seizures."

The medic knelt by a child with sunken eyes. "This isn't just flu," he said. "This could be early-stage spore exposure."

Back at Echo, Thomas received the report. His jaw tightened.

"They're too close to something," Keplar muttered. "Either spores drifted in… or something's nearby."

Thomas gave the order: "Evacuate the village. Decon protocols. And get drones sweeping west. We might have missed a hidden hive."

38 Days Since First Strike — MOA Complex, Command Deck

Thomas stood over the updated grid. Two new settlements found. One integrated, one evacuated.

"We're seeing a pattern," Sato said. "The deeper we push, the more we uncover. Survivors. Remnants. Risks."

"And it'll only grow harder," Phillip added. "We'll spread thinner. We'll miss something eventually."

"We don't stop," Thomas replied. "We organize better. Layer our reach. Build scout outposts like Echo at every jump point. Create a living perimeter."

Sato hesitated. "You're turning Overwatch into a nation."

Thomas looked her in the eye. "No. Into a lifeline."

Later That Night — Lucena Core

Thomas sat alone on the rooftop garden above Command Hub. Below, lights flickered across the district like stars fallen to earth. Each one a life rebuilt. Each one a promise kept.

Phillip joined him, handing over a tin mug of lukewarm coffee. "You know we're going to hit resistance soon, right?"

Thomas nodded slowly. "Not everyone wants to be found. Some groups will have different laws. Different truths. We'll lose people."

"And if the next place we knock on the door pulls a trigger instead of opening it?"

Thomas sipped the coffee. "Then we knock smarter next time."

He looked out over the lights.

"We're not restoring the old world, Phillip. We're carving a new one."

The stars above were quiet. But below—amid the jungles and ruins of Luzon—Overwatch reached ever farther.

And the world answered, one flicker at a time.

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