Raoul stands on the rooftop of the building he started to live since the cabin was taken by the bikers and bombed by the C4''s planted under thanks to Jon who did that before this apocalypse hit, he looks at the streets, and he sees zombies of bikers from that cabin, roaming into the streets and not noticing Raoul on the rooftop. He decides to look on the sky to see if the helicopter will come to help him get out from here.


    He stays on the rooftop for a few more minutes until he sees a zombie walking toward him. Raoul gets off the roof by sliding it, he lands on the grass, and he goes back inside the garage, while the zombie was trying to reach with one mission arm. Raoul did not kill the thing, he only kicked the creature stomach, making it fall on his back on the street. Then, he enters the garage and heads to the radio who started working.


    "Hello!" says the person on the other side. "Here is Co-Pilot Milton! Member of Operation Attack at Mayenne! Are you there civilian Raoul? Over."


    "Yes! I am here close to Mayenne!" says Raoul after he put the headphones on and turned the microphone on to talk with the co-pilot. "At a garage. With the radio still intact and armed with weapons and supplies. Over."


    "Good to hear." says the same co-pilot. "At this moment we will try to clean Mayenne in the meantime, please be patient and wait for our signal on the radio. Over."


    "Roger that. Over."


    Then, they stopped communicating on the radio. Before Raoul was about to turn off the radio, he gets another message, but from someone he did not expect to send him.


    "H-Hey! The man I talked! Are you there?" says the female from Italy sounding distressed.


    "Yes! I am here." says Raoul putting the microphone back in function. "What is the problem? You sound worry. Over."


    "Thank goodness. We need help!"


    "What sort of help?"


    "A-A man of our group starts to feel awful. His skin got the other colour, and he starts losing a few teeth."


    "Oh no. Does he have a bite on his body? I repeat: Does he have a bite on his body? Over."


    "I-I found three bites." says the woman feeling scared."


    "Oh, God." says Raoul on the radio. "I… I have bad news! Your friend is infected! And all you can do now is to dispose him. Kill his brain. Over."


    "W-What?... No. It has to live."


    "It cannot live." assures Raoul on the radio. "I have seen people turning like him. And it is awful… you have to kill him. Now."


    The girl did not respond. Raoul feels insecure, so he tries to contact the woman on the radio.


    "Can you hear me now? Are you still there?"


    "…I am doing it." says the woman in a sad voice at the radio, then she closes the radio.


    Raoul takes his headphones off, and he looks at the radio. He did not know this will be the last conversation he would have with the woman from Italy. He looks on the improved bed, where a backpack with supplies, two assault rifles and a machete are laying there. Raoul thought of taking the bike to get to the zone where military wait for him, since the van started to run short of fuel.


    ***


    The first helicopter, the one who carries Michael and three soldiers, are approaching the Mayenne, the city where the first attack on the sky will start. The soldiers are on their positions. Michael and with another one is taking machine guns and are looking on the city, who is filled with thousands of meat-eating creatures.


    "There are so many down there." says Co-pilot frightening.


    "Not as many as they were in London." says Michael to the co-pilot with a smile. "These bastards won''t be able to face a machine gun."


    "Here it is Squad V." says a somone on the radio of communication at the helicopter. "We have already entered the France. We are on our way to Mayenne. Estimated time, at least one hour and half. Over."


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    "I got the message Squad V. We will meet at the checkpoint. Over." says the Co-pilot on the radio.


    "Roger that. Good luck, hunting! Over." says the pilot or co-pilot of Squad V.


    The co-pilot closes the radio, and he looks at Michael and the soldier with bandana, who are about to fire their machine guns at the city with zombies. He looks at his co-pilot who continues to fly this helicopter.


    "We start the fire?"


    "Not yet." says the pilot who is starting to decrease the altitude of the helicopter a bit. "Wait… Wait… Wait a few more seconds…"


    The helicopter decreased enough altitude to help machine gunners do their job. When they got at the good altitude, where some zombies started to look at the sky, the pilot yelled at his machine gunners.


    "FIRE!"


    "Fire!" says Michael pulling the trigger of the machine gun and aiming at any zombie in sight. "Wahoo!" he yelled as he kills at least twenty zombies in about a minute via headshots. "This is awesome!"


    "Michael!" says the other gunner who is killing less zombies. "Be calm, man! They are still humans!"


    "Who gives a fuck?!" yells Michael shooting three climbers who were trying to climb a house roof. "Once they have become dead. They cannot feel pain." he shoots six zombies running on the street to a house with light turn on. "Seems someone is there."


    Michael points at the house with a light turned on, but before the other gunner would come to see it, they see the door of the building getting opened and a huge zombie leaving the building. He is almost 2 and half meters tall, both arms are muscular enough to rip a truck cabin bare hand and wears ripped clothes. The huge zombie looks at the helicopter, start roaring towards it and running into the next building. The gunner, pilot and co-pilot were terrified at the sight of that thing, while Michael was.


    "New zombies." he says with a smile. "I like new zombies."


    "What is that thing?" asks the co-pilot looking at the building where the huge zombie just entered.


    "It is a Class F." says the other gunner to the co-pilot. "Don''t know if he is a Thrower, Pusher, Puncher or Smasher."


    "What is the difference?" says Michael shooting with the machine gun about ten zombies on the street who are looking at the building. "Leave it alone, okay? We have business to attend on the streets."


    "Yes." says the other gunner, preparing his machine gun and shoots on sight the zombies on the street, the climbing ones, the ones who are next to windows and the cars where some of them are locked.


    As they shoot and the helicopter continued to navigate on the city, the co-pilot sees an open garage door, he looked at it and he sees a zombie running from there into the street. While the zombie was still running to the area where Michael is shooting zombie, that one fast runner got shoot into the head by Michael. The co-pilot looked down there, and all he can see are bodies of zombies, humans who were eaten alive, cars blocking the street and building on the brick of collapse.


    "How many we''ve got?" asks Michael as he waits for the machine gun to cool down since it got sued to much by this soldier.


    "A few more." says the pilot looking down. "We might have luck here to establish the outpost."


    "If we can kill that thing from Class F." says the other gunner.


    "You haven''t killed it?!" asks the co-pilot scared.


    "It is impossible." says the gunner. "This thing has entered the building and we don''t know how to take this thing out. Maybe the Dr. Jinn can do an examination of him, and discover why these things starts mutating."


    "No, thanks." says Michael getting off from his seat and goes at the pilot. "Shoot the buildings with the rockets."


    "But they will attract the zombie from all of this region." says the pilot to Michael.


    "I don''t care even if they attract the one from Asia." says Michael. "I don''t want to see that thing jumping on our helicopter and bringing us down. You hear me?!"


    "Yes, sir!" says the pilot feeling stressed out, he turns the helicopter around to the building where the big creature hide and he shoot three rockets to the big house.


    The building which had about three floors is falling down so fast and producing a lot of damage on the streets. Burring the corpses of zombies who got killed or the ones who are still alive. The soldiers are looking at the zone where the building fallen, wondering if the thing there has been buried underneath the whole thing.


    Unlucky for them, the huge monsters get up from the bricks, rocks and logs, and he looks really pissed at the helicopter. He screamed at them, then he grabs a big chunk of cement and he throws at the helicopter. The pilot managed to fly the helicopter into a direction to dodge the big rock. Then, Michael takes the gun machine of other gunner and he tries to shoot the thing, but the zombie proceeds to run again on the city this time he got into the garage.


    "That''s a Thrower." says co-pilot looking at the boulder who lands on the roof of another building, smashing a zombie who is standing there and looking at the helicopter.


    "This son of a bitch is pissing me off!" says Michael who shoots the machine gun at that garage where the creature hides. "Die already!"


    He sees the creature running from the garage, holding a crate and it throws the crate at the helicopter. The helicopter got hit by the box, who hit the area where the pilot is. The hit was so hard, it almost breaks the glass and the crate itself. The soldiers have even found out the thing inside that crate it is four propane gas tanks. And thankfully, the propane tanks did that explode close to them, it explodes when they hit the ground.


    The huge creature continues to flee into the city, at a safe place from the soldiers in the helicopter.


    Michael continued to use the minigun to shoot the creature, while the soldiers are looking at him, concerned. They did nothing, only watch at the Michael who over heat the machine gun of the other gunner. He looked down and he tells the pilot.


    "Have you ever seen a thing like this?"


    "Only in reports at Serbia and Macedonia!" say the pilot to Michael. "This thing is hard to kill. Not even a tank can face a thing like this."


    "Oh, man!" says Michael with a smile. "If I kill this thing. This outpost will be mine."


    "But commander." tries to say the co-pilot.


    "Tell him to haunt a thing like this and we can negotiate."