POV AMARA“Peace at the end of the world lasts exactly as long as it takes ten thousand starving dead to smell fresh meat behind your walls.”That crimson stain spreading across the satellite map does not simply move, it boils.Through the long-range cameras mounted high on the mountain cliffs, the four-lane highway below looks like an overflowing river of tar. There is no empty space left on the asphalt. Thousands of misshapen bodies surge shoulder to shoulder, shoving and scrambling over one another, climbing across the roofs of overturned trucks, kicking up a thick grey dust cloud that blots out the sun like an endless plague of locusts.“Ten thousand strong,” Nikolai says, resting both palms flat against the tactical table. His voice is unnervingly calm, yet heavy enough to send a chill down my spine. “In the old military, it took two heavy artillery regiments plus saturation air bombardment just to hold back a migration this size.”“Well now it is just you, me, and whatever weapo
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