The swath of land that the infected had wandered into was soon covered with the corpses. The group had moved like Nick had predicted, but he expected them to push forward, not have their leader retreat so soon. Perhaps the cultists were much more susceptible and cooperative than they had thought they were. But at the moment, it didn't matter. The force was slowly making it into the ranges of more and more of the trap. Some were of course trying to run diagonally away from the straight path that the trap seemed to have, but with the folded V formation that they had fallen into, that simply meant that others down the line would have the shot on them. It was layers upon layers of rifles that formed an invisible barrier along the treeline.<br/><br/>But before long, the firing got further and further away until finally it just stopped. No sounds from the direction of the lake or the frontlines. Nick tapped his mic and spoke. "Unfold but stay in the retreating formation." Nick wanted to ensure that, for the last days of their watch, a second, more informed horde wouldn't make it through the defensive line that he made. The boys on the frontlines have been at this for month. Nick wanted to be that commander that was liked among this war, the one that other soldiers would be willing to listen to if there was a crisis among orders in the middle of a battle. Proving that he can take his squad and cover the same amount of area without risking the frontlines and without overtaking his units would make a huge difference in that regard. He wasn't even looking for praise or recognition. He just knew that, from his own time as a soldier, that a commander that was efficient but was also able to work around other's problems always had a bit more respect and their orders always carried a little bit more weight.<br/><br/>As the line opened back up, Nick took the time to set fifteen minutes aside to move slowly in his perch, uncovering the built in computer in his arm. He was checking for whether or not they would have to wait on a day four. Luckily, he was told that the frontlines were going to be prepared for the move up 'right on time'. Nick just exhaled a bit louder than the death state breathing he had been doing up to this point. Day four it was.... Nick took the time to readjust the Ghillie suit back down and spoke once more.. "Actual reporting. Frontline is not moving until tomorrow. Suspend sleep schedules until then." With that, Nick turned to the channel he shared with Ava and the man to his right. "I am relocating." Nick's eye whirled to life, scanning the area thoroughly before moving at a speed quicker than a snail's pace. Instead of walking down it like he normally would, Nick used his anchors more as a stopgap for actual pitons and climbing gear by dropping, kicking out to the tree to catch himself before dropping further.