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    Later, around fifteen minutes later, at the same hangar the group of survivors has met the only one pilot alive on Zinder airport, all have gathered around to each other, sitting either on the car''s chair with their feet outside, on plastic chairs or on an empty barrel that contained fuel for planes.


    "How did you all got here?" asks Captain Muhammed sitting on the plastic chair after he takes a look at the hangar door who is getting kicked or hit by the zombies outside who have finally found the source of the noise, which is a generator that is charging this new type of plane made by military, an electric plane that works with electricity from generator, but for a limited time.


    "It''s a long story." says Ga in English to the pilot who asked this question in English.


    "We''ve got time for this." says the pilot looking at the plane. "This beauty has about twenty more minutes to charge."


    "And when it does, we can fly?" asks Ana to pilot.


    "Only for a limited time." says Muhammed feeling sad. "We can fly to another airport, and from there we might have to search for another plane, or worse, go by foot to the safe zone."


    "How far is this safe zone, you say?" asks Zany to the pilot.


    "I don''t know… Probably further than Africa. On the ocean."


    "On the ocean?" asks Tina. "That far?"


    "The Organization built artificial islands far away from the continents. It is not my fault for this. But it is worth it. I fled there three times and can say for sure. That place. It is one hundred percentage guarded. Food and water supply that can last years. Enough place for anyone to rest. And enough medicine for anyone to survive with any terminal illness."


    "What about zombies?" asks Ana.


    "Zombies can''t swim." says Ramy to Ana in Nigerian.


    "For now." says the pilot, who do understand Nigerian, making everyone from the group look at him surprised, besides Ana who is the single person who doesn''t speak Nigerian.


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    Now the rest of the conversation is going to be in Nigerian language, which will make Ana not understand what is going on, but it will be later explained by Tina when they are going to fly.


    "For now?" asks Ga.


    "I have seen things… Zombie that doesn''t look like from anything we''ve seen or heard… Zombie that can climb buildings, light posts, you name it, they can climb. Zombies who can jump. I have seen even a zombie who was set in fire, and he could still move towards humans."


    "They cannot die from fire?" asks Tina in English.


    "They do not." says Muhammed in Nigerian. "These things don''t stop even if you cut their legs or hands. A single shot in the head should do the trick. But, not every zombie can die from that."


    "What do you mean?"


    "I have seen. Or probably imagined. I don''t know for sure what is even real or fantasy at the moment. But I saw a zombie. A zombie who just ate from another zombie, and he… He then turned toward me, and ran. He ran to my direction screaming: "Human!". But a friend of mine. Managed to shut him off. With a bullet. In the head."


    Nobody from the group did not speak about this experience the pilot had it. They''ve seen a few types of zombie, but one who eats a zombie and starts running toward the person. That is something they''ve never thought they would hear it. Tina translates this experience to Ana, which it made her feel uncomfortable and fear of what is going to happen.


    "So. How about you?" says the pilot looking at the group. "How did all of you got here?"


    "We were sent to take researchers." says Ga in Nigerian. "But we''ve found only two. Tina and Ana. The two girls were in the room, surrounded by zombies who were about to turn. After we rescued them, we were about to go to the first route. But we''ve missed the boat."


    "And so, you all got here?" asks the pilot to Ga.


    "That is the first part. Then. We managed to come to Niger, but there we got caught and taken by some weird tribe. A cannibal tribe, who killed our main leader, and put all of us in a tent."


    "…No way."


    "And then. We managed to escape. But the things we''ve seen there. we better not spoke it again… After the escape, we arrived in Kazaure, where we took a car. And we got here. That is the story."


    "So, you all gone through some serious shit like me. You are not alone here."


    The banging at the hangar door is getting louder and louder. The people are starting to grow worried. Ga looks at Muhammed and asks him.


    "How are we going to deal with the zombies?"


    "You have weapons." says Muhammed.


    "But not enough ammo." says Ga back to Muhammed.


    "Not enough? Your luck here it''s we have a few crates with ammo in hangar." he says raising from the barrel and he shows them the crates that contains all types of weapons and ammo necessary to eradicate zombies even from, a single city.


    Looking at the crates of the weapons laying in there, Ga, Ramy and Zany are looking a bit excited at them. Ramy takes a minigun on his arms, and he looks at his teammates.


    "Ready for the party?"