Meanwhile, back home, the last stand
"The Cross district is about to get overrun! We have to pull back!"
The sound of screams mixed with the constant noise of repeated gunshots and the ongoing artillery barrage.
Regardless of all the efforts of both the city's garrison and all the mobilized awakened, the wave of the monsters simply refused to end.
For every fallen monster, two, or three more would take its place. For every second that the armed forces managed to stall the invasion, the monsters would advance for the next three seconds.
"This district is crucial!" the commander's voice shrieked through the radio. Even through all the distortion of the museum-sourced equipment, one could tell just how tired the man on the other end of it was. "If you pull back, the next line of defense will go straight to the city's border! This is the last operational space we have and we cannot lose it!"
That much was obvious.