Ellis pulled his bloodstained axe out of the zombies head. "If only it were that easy with all of them..." he would mutter. Coach and Nick came running. "There is a bunch of hordes waiting for us man! We gotta go!" said Coach, clutching his gun, sweating. Nick nodded. "Here, you're better with the axe." said Ellis, giving Nick his axe in return of a shotgun. "Wait, where's Rochelle?" asked Nick. "Zombies got her, a huge charger was coming and I couldn't do anything because a bunch of zombies were after Me." sighed Coach.
They kept running, when the Elevator burst open and a Jockey ran out. It nearly forced Nick off into the empty elevator shaft, but he resisted and sliced it in two. Continuing up the stairs a Tank came after them, but there was something different about it. It came after them moving like a charger but looked the same as a Tank, and had a beard and army hat on like – no, it couldn't be Francis? It was! They shot but they were caught and eaten with ease. They ran, kicking down the door to the helicopter and killing a hunter perched on top.
"Pilot, get us out of here!" yelled Ellis. No response. He tried again with no response. He looked and found the Pilot dead, with a Spitter now screaming in the face. He shot such a powerful shotgun shot that its head went clean off and through the front window. "Damn, we lost another one!" yelled Coach. But then the most fearful sight emerged – a gigantic horde.
Apart from millions of normal un-dead there were 12 boomers, 20 Hunters, 31 Jockeys, 5 chargers, 6 tanks, 22 spitters, 21 smokers, 13 witches and Francis. The Zombie Horde let out a large scream, and charged. There was no chance of survival – The Helicopter was thrown off the building then exploded, every survivor dying.