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YonkersLined against the pallisades of sandbags and barbed wire, thousands stood to face this cataclysmic fate. Towards them marching an army of millions. Suits of rubber and plastic windows sealed them into a sweltering heat. Heavy guns and anti-air stood pointlessly at the ready. A shambling horde in shambles approached, zombies, the undying, the undead.
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Roaring artillery slammed down into their ranks, massed as if to grind away at the metal. Bodies tore, earth flew, dust ripped from rock. Violent and vibrant orange and red flashed white and blue in crimson flame. Charred corpses, broken bodies, sundered limbs, marched onward, slowly.
A shower of lead slammed heavily into their frontlines, thousands fell, shredded by sprays of shot and shrapnel... a thousand rounds tore right through, leaving no damage in their wake, the sabot had been sabotaged, its use abandoned in a pointlessness. Machineguns rattled, cutting them down as they stumbled blindly forward into a sea of shots. The felled fell