OVERRUN
 
We all realised it was inevitable that there would be casualties, since the
Swarm rarely spared any lives, and then only because they needed hosts in
which to incubate their eggs. The slow agony that followed was much worse
than the comparatively quick death dealt by razor sharp chitinous claws.
Nonetheless, the morale of the surviving soldiers started to worry me.

Three men had either disappeared or were dead already, and the rest were
starting to doubt they would ever see daylight again, as the twisting
corridors led them deeper beneath the citadel.

A feeling in my gut told me more harm was coming our way, and time proved
me right. Even so, little did I suspect that my men were walking straight
into a trap set by the Swarm.

The enemy was far more cunning, intelligent even, than we had ever
imagined. It was almost as if they could read our minds about the nuclear
device we were preparing to deploy. Their ambush came upon us like
lightning. Suddenly, a seemingly innocuous side chamber became the focal
point of an intense and bitter struggle, as endless waves of enemies
tried to Swarm our besieged position.
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