Seeing the soldiers below—standing their ground without a hint of fear—more than a few people on the wall had red-rimmed eyes.
The compound's military had always been met with a mix of awe and gratitude.
Without them, most of the people here would've been eaten by zombies a long time ago. No way they'd have survived to today.
It was the soldiers who built the walls. The soldiers who guarded everyone struggling on the edge of death.
Sure, once some people got stronger, they started getting full of themselves. But watching this scene, even the loudest among them went silent.
The soldiers of the Atlas Federation were still the same soldiers they had always been.
And just seeing them stand there made people feel safe.
Chris and the others watched too, a tight feeling in their chests.
This… was what a real soldier looked like.
"Let's go," Chris said. "If we're fighting this one, we're fighting for real. Do everything we can to cut down soldier casualties."
"Yeah."
