Pandemic

FORTY-FOUR.

America. Boston.

The city was burning, its residents fled. The once proud metropolis had been turned into a charnel house overrun by infection.

The infected were gathering into an army. Boston belonged to them now, but they wanted it all. They wanted to make the whole world laugh.

Bedford. Hanscom Air Force Base.

First Battalion was on the move at last.

The lead vehicle crashed through the gate. The next opened fire as it exited, then the next. The giant metal snake growled and uncoiled and flowed onto the road.

West to Fort Drum. Home of Tenth Mountain Division.

All around them, the world was dying, but Tenth Mountain would go on fighting.

Their mission: to save what was left.

The retreat had begun.