The invaders have begun rounding up civilians on the bridge and the Sergeant gasps as they begin executing them one by one, some calling out instructions to the others in a language the Colonel can’t even recognise.

Colonel: Sergeant, that’s not Russian they are speaking.

Sergeant Davis: It doesn’t matter, we need to organise the rest of my platoon, stop this slaughter! They are people, not zombies!

The Colonel looks at him wide eyed and with a nod to fully agree with him, but then looks past him suddenly and points to a white streak of light shooting up along the river towards their position.

Like a flame burning beneath the surface of the water the surface boils as it