As the Prussian Walkers closed in, their heat-rays washing over the armor, Thorne stood atop the Leviathan . He wasn't just a soldier; he was a component in the greatest machine ever built. The Iron Storm raged on, but the line would hold—even if it had to turn into a monument of rust to do it.
"Abandon ship?" the first officer asked, eyes wide with terror. World War Zero: Iron Storm
He climbed out of the hatch onto the hull. The wind howled, carrying the metallic tang of blood and ozone. He fired three red flares—the signal for the "Iron Burial." As the Prussian Walkers closed in, their heat-rays
"Hold the line," Thorne commanded, his voice raspy from inhaling coal dust. "If we break formation, the Prussian Walkers will tear the infantry to ribbons." "Abandon ship