Comms were cleared by a gruff new voice. The radio chatter from the police stopped cold.
“Break Break. This is Raptor HQ actual. We are the blocking force located on the east bank of the Mississippi River. All bridges are under our control. No. I repeat N-O personnel will be allowed to cross the bridges, use boats, or otherwise transit across the water, by order of General Hodges, II Corps, United States Army. We've had several, shall we call them volunteers, disobey orders and cross the bridge and river to support you. Those men and women won't be disciplined, but they won't be allowed back either. Be advised I also have orders to terminate the infected now converging on your position. I'll give you all the time I can. Say 60 minutes. Out.”
It appeared the Army could see what was happening too, and took this delicate moment to remind everyone in St. Louis they still weren't allowed across the river.
Osborne spoke for the survivors, breaking all kinds of radio protocols.
“This is Captain Osborne with the Missouri Highway Patrol. On behalf of all of us laying down our lives to protect these citizens, let me just convey...”
He went on to teach Liam a whole host of new curse words. His ears were burning because Grandma was right there too, but given the circumstances of what was taking place outside, he didn't think she would be overly upset.
Liam stated what they all had to be thinking.
“No help is coming.”
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