The First Strike

The night was quiet, almost too quiet, like a predator's calm before the pounce. Then, it happened. Explosions lit the sky like a grotesque display of fireworks, shattering the eerie stillness. The enemy had struck, coordinated and ruthless, hitting multiple fronts with a precision that left the team reeling.

Adrian's heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, each beat a reminder of the stakes. He sprinted through the compound, barking orders, his voice a lifeline in the chaos. "Fall back to the inner perimeter! We can't lose the supply depot!"

The team scattered, each member a thread in the tapestry of their defense. Sarah and Mark headed toward the east barricade, where the enemy had breached the outer wall. Their faces were masks of grim determination, their movements synchronized in a deadly dance of survival.

"Mark, cover me!" Sarah shouted over the din of gunfire, her voice a sharp blade cutting through the noise.

"I'm on it!" Mark replied, his rifle spitting bullets with uner
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