World War Zero: Iron Storm Now

Should we focus the next chapter on a behind the Prussian lines, or follow a rookie pilot in the aerial dogfights above the Iron Storm?

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.

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." World War Zero: Iron Storm

"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."

Thorne looked at the map. If they fell here, the road to Paris was open. He looked at his men—men of soot and grease, more machine than human after years of cybernetic "repairs" forced by the scarcity of medicine. Should we focus the next chapter on a

The engagement began not with a bang, but with a rhythmic, mechanical thrum that vibrated in the marrow of Thorne’s bones. The Leviathan’s forward batteries—massive 400mm cannons—thundered in unison.

"Pressure at eighty percent, Captain!" the engineer shouted through a brass speaking tube. "The boilers are screaming!" The Iron Storm raged on, but the line

The war of the future had arrived too early, and it seemed it would never end.