Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse

Location: MOA Complex, Strategic Command Deck

Date: January 21, 2026 — 8:04 AM

Thomas stood alone on the observation deck above Hangar 3, watching as a new payload was sealed into a reinforced missile cradle. Below, engineers in radiation suits worked methodically, unaware of the true magnitude of what they were handling.

He had made the call. The world had changed.

The Goliath was only the beginning.

Now, it was time to cleanse the infected cities.

Across the Philippines, entire metropolitan zones had fallen—bloated, hollowed-out shells swarming with the dead. Quezon City, once the most populous urban center in the country, had become a silent hive of movement and rot. Night vision drone footage revealed masses upon masses of infected, bloated and aimless, some fused into Bloom Nests, others wandering in endless loops.

And for every one of them, the System awarded 50 Blood Coins.

Thomas narrowed his eyes.

He opened the translucent menu again.

[Tactical Armaments] > [Strategic-Class Weaponry]

He didn't hesitate this time.

He selected another W76-2 Tactical Nuclear Warhead.

[500,000 Blood Coins deducted.]

[W76-2 added to Inventory.]

[Delivery Method?]

Same as before.

AGM-158 JASSM-ER — air-launched, stealthy, long-range.

[300,000 Blood Coins deducted.]

[System: JASSM-ER (Nuclear Payload) – READY]

He summoned the missile.

It materialized inside Launch Cradle Bravo.

This one was headed for Quezon City.

10:13 AM – MOA War Room

The map was lit in red.

Phillip stood beside him, arms crossed, watching the drone feeds. "That many?"

Thomas gave a slow nod. "Thermal imaging estimates three to five million infected in Metro Manila. Most concentrated near the old Commonwealth area."

"Jesus."

"No other way. Firebombing won't do it. Airstrikes are too shallow. And our men would be eaten alive clearing it block by block."

Phillip didn't argue.

Marcus entered moments later, holding a tablet. "Coordinates locked. Wind shear's minimal. No civilians in the drop zone. You're good to go."

Thomas walked to the firing console.

[Target Lock: Quezon City – Central Bloom Core]

Coordinates: 14.6760° N, 121.0437° E

Estimated Yield Radius: 1.8 km airburst

Projected Zombie Kill Count: 1.2–1.6 million

He slid the biometric keycard in.

[COMMAND OVERRIDE — ESTARIS ALPHA]

[MISSILE: JASSM-ER]

[WARHEAD: W76-2 Tactical Nuclear Device]

[STATUS: LOCKED ON TARGET]

He pressed the button.

10:14 AM – Over Luzon Skies

The missile launched with a low hiss, climbing, banking, then racing across low terrain. Its onboard terrain-matching radar adjusted for altitude shifts. It slipped under satellite coverage. Unseen. Unheard.

Below it, the corpse-city of Quezon sprawled across valleys and highways. Malls overrun. Schools overgrown. Entire expressways now throbbing with Bloom filth.

The missile soared toward the heart.

10:16 AM — Detonation

A white flash cut the clouds.

For 0.4 seconds, it looked like the sun had been born again.

A single airburst—300 meters above ground. The shockwave that followed smashed through the city in concentric rings. The thermal pulse incinerated everything in a 2-kilometer diameter. Bloom matter blackened and turned to ash. Zombies—millions of them—vaporized or shredded instantly.

Thomas stared at the live thermal feed.

It was hell.

It was effective.

10:22 AM — System Notification

[Zombies Eliminated: 1,538,702]

[+76,935,100 Blood Coins]

[Total Bloom Growth Destroyed: 17.4 hectares]

[Area Cleared: Quezon Zone Alpha – Status: Sterile]

The number made even Marcus go quiet.

Thomas didn't blink.

"One more city," he said softly.

11:11 AM — Next Target: Bacoor, Cavite

Thomas walked through the halls of the MOA Complex, silent, eyes fixed ahead. Beside him, Rebecca fell into step. She said nothing at first, then broke the silence.

"You dropped one."

"I did."

She didn't chastise him. She had seen the footage. "How many?"

"Over one and a half million."

"You killed them all."

"They were already dead."

Another silence.

Then Thomas spoke again.

"There are twenty-three more hotspots just like it across Luzon. If we don't erase them, they'll keep growing. One Bloom Nest can produce thousands a week. We're not fighting zombies anymore. We're fighting biomass replication."

Rebecca nodded, subdued. "And you'll nuke all of them?"

"I'll nuke what needs to be nuked."

12:38 PM — Next Launch

Bacoor, Cavite. Once a growing urban area. Now a pit. Bloom had overtaken the roads, forming enormous fungal bridges between buildings. It was more hive than city.

Estimated infected population: 600,000

Estimated Bloom biomass: 9 hectares

He summoned a new payload.

Another W76-2. Another JASSM-ER.

[Total Cost: 800,000 Blood Coins]

He inserted the launch key.

[Target Lock: Bacoor Sector Gamma]

Coordinates: 14.4600° N, 120.9500° E

[Launch Confirmed]

12:42 PM — Detonation

Another flash.

Another scream of thunder across the bay.

Rebecca watched this one from the upper tower.

The blast rippled through her chest, though she stood miles away. The cloud didn't rise high—it wasn't a full-scale nuke. But it was enough. Enough to turn everything inside the zone into dust and memory.

12:55 PM — System Notification

[Zombies Eliminated: 612,401]

[+30,620,050 Blood Coins]

[Bloom Biomass: Cleared]

[Contamination Risk: None Detected]

[Sector Status: Sterile]

Thomas now had over additional 100 million Blood Coins in his account.

1:10 PM – War Room

Marcus leaned over the console. "I'm running models. If we keep this pace—three a day—we could clear all high-infestation urban centers in the next two weeks."

Thomas nodded. "Then do it. Start planning tomorrow's targets. Marikina. Calamba. Angeles. I want options."

"What about international fallout?" Marcus asked. "These are nukes. Even if they're low-yield, satellite agencies will start noticing."

Thomas replied without emotion. "There are no functioning governments left to protest. And even if there were… would they rather I let the cities fester?"

Marcus had no answer.

Phillip shrugged. "The world died last year. We're just managing the infection now."

Thomas turned away from the screens, walking toward the elevator.

He paused before entering and looked over his shoulder.

"Let history judge me later. For now, I'll be the fire."

Thomas turned away from the screens, walking toward the elevator.

He paused before entering and looked over his shoulder.

"Let history judge me later. For now, I'll be the fire."