Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 212: They Are Going to Bring What?

November 22, 2025 — 4:18 PM

Japanese Self-Defense Forces Enclave – Mountain Command Bunker

The mountain air outside was crisp, a little drier than usual. Clouds hung low over the ridge, casting long shadows over the pine forests surrounding the enclave. Inside the reinforced command bunker, a meeting had just concluded.

Captain Hiroshi was finishing a routine supply update, while Warrant Officer Nishimura was reorganizing the patrol charts on the magnetic wall board. Sergeant Sato sat reviewing field reports with Ensign Morita. Nearby, Chief Kobayashi scrolled through a hardcopy civilian census, checking rations against updated headcounts.

Lieutenant Takeda entered the room briskly, a sealed folder tucked under one arm.

"Message from Overwatch," he said, holding it up.

That got everyone's attention.

Hiroshi turned. "Already?"

Takeda nodded and handed him the envelope. "Just received via burst packet. They attached an encryption key we already had from last week's relay test."

"Anything on the relay uptime?"

"Operational. Stable ping across three nodes. It's officially linked."

Morita looked up from her station. "Then we're fully connected?"

"As of an hour ago," Takeda said. "They pushed this message right after."

Hiroshi broke the seal and opened the folder. Inside were printed flight plans, weather projections, cargo breakdowns, and one short cover letter, typed in flawless Japanese.

He scanned it silently.

Then again, slower.

When he was done, he placed the paper on the table and looked around.

"…They're not sending a Stratotanker this time."

Sato raised an eyebrow. "Then what are they sending?"

Hiroshi tapped the top page with his knuckle. "A C-17 Globemaster."

The room went still.

Kobayashi blinked. "Come again?"

"A Globemaster," Hiroshi repeated. "As in the heavy-lift transport. Four engines. U.S. Air Force-grade. Capable of hauling tanks."

Morita leaned forward. "That's not even… That's not something you just fly around. You don't just keep one of those in a garage."

Nishimura stepped closer to the table and pulled the flight manifest toward him. He flipped through the pages—fuel loads, altitudes, landing vector approximations, cargo balance spreadsheets, and equipment codes he hadn't seen since before the outbreak.

"This can't be real," he muttered. "Even major air forces were struggling to keep these operational before things fell apart."

"Where would they even find one?" Sato asked. "That plane's not civilian. It's not a cargo freighter. It's military hardware."

Takeda remained silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Thomas did say Overwatch had been… creative with its recovery efforts."

"Creative?" Nishimura scoffed. "That's not creative. That's absurd."

Morita chimed in, "If they really have a Globemaster, and they're landing it here—that's not a survivor camp. That's an air force."

Hiroshi stayed quiet. He flipped another page and read aloud.

"Estimated Arrival: December 15th, 0400 hours local time. Cargo includes communications towers, solar relay gear, emergency supplies, reserve fuel, and autonomous recon drones."

Sato scratched his chin. "And they're landing it here?"

Takeda nodded. "That's what it says. Right on our plateau."

Nishimura shook his head. "That strip was made for supply helicopters and tiltrotors. Barely enough clearance for an C-130, much less a Globemaster."

"They're bringing their own ground crew," Takeda replied. "They said they'll do a soft approach. They've already modeled the terrain."

Hiroshi leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "You're all missing the real point."

Everyone looked at him.

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Kobayashi frowned. "How so?"

Hiroshi gestured at the document. "No paramilitary group flies a Globemaster. No survivor network moves cargo at this scale. If Overwatch is fielding something like this, it means they're more organized than we thought. More advanced. And far more dangerous—if they wanted to be."

The words settled into the room like the chill of early frost.

Takeda broke the silence. "I don't think they're a threat. Thomas has had opportunities to show force. He didn't. He brought supplies. Drones. Help."

Nishimura crossed his arms. "I don't doubt his intentions. But I'm concerned about the implications. We're looking at someone with access to top-tier systems, multiple aircraft, and now this. He's not just surviving. He's building something."

Morita hesitated. "You think they're building a new state?"

"No," Hiroshi said calmly. "I think they're building a new model—one that doesn't rely on governments. One that skips the politics."

Sato nodded slowly. "That's what he said, didn't he? That the old nations are dead."

"Yeah," Takeda muttered. "He meant it."

Kobayashi stood from her seat. "Then the question is, where do we stand? Are we just a waypoint? A staging area? Or are we part of something larger?"

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then Hiroshi tapped the folder again.

"If they're willing to bring a Globemaster here, they're not treating us like a project. They're treating us like partners."

Japanese Enclave – Upper Plateau Landing Strip

A thick fog hung over the mountains. Soldiers moved in small teams across the length of the dirt-and-gravel airstrip, measuring distances and marking hazard zones. Yellow flags were staked along both edges, and reflective panels had been added to guide incoming aircraft visually.

At the end of the strip, Nishimura stood with a rangefinder, scanning the horizon.

"This runway's going to be tight," he muttered.

Takeda stood beside him, holding a fresh mug of tea. "Thomas says his team's already flown simulations. They'll make it."

"You sound confident."

Takeda didn't answer.

Down the slope, engineers were reinforcing the loose dirt with foamcrete mixtures. It wasn't ideal, but it would be enough for one landing.

Maybe two.

"If this works," Nishimura said, "we're not just connecting to the outside world. We're becoming a hub."

Takeda took a slow sip. "Then we'd better act like one."

November 23, 2025 — 8:00 AM

Japanese Enclave – Command Bunker

The leadership council reconvened to finalize preparations.

"The tower relays will require space and stable power," Morita reported. "We've identified two flat zones on the south ridge that can host antenna arrays. We'll route solar panels through existing cabling from the old fuel depot."

"The command tent module will go here," Sato said, pointing at a map. "Close to the bunker. Minimal exposure. Fast access."

"We'll shift food storage to the lower valley bunker," Kobayashi added. "Make room for the cargo crates they're bringing in."

Hiroshi closed the folder in front of him.

"Then it's settled. We prepare for their landing. And when they come—we welcome them not as guests, but as allies."

No one objected.

They were no longer waiting for rescue.

They were building something new.