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A.N. There is a chance I will mess up the name of the helicopter, so if I do, my apologies.

Chapter 21

It had been a couple days since we had been picked up by the rescue plane, and I had taken that time to get to know our rescuer. The man flying our plane was a very interesting fellow. From what he said, he had been completely screwed over by CEDA, so instead of staying at the base, he had volunteered to go out and look for survivors.

He did this out of spite, because the higher-ups of CEDA had already given up on the city. He told me that if the CEDA had their way, the whole town would get nuked. Thank goodness for over world politics. While he had decided to stay away from the base, that was not to be said about the other three of the group. Currently, the plane was empty sans the two of them because Amanda, Josh, and Eric had run toward the safe zone as soon as they touched down.

When the pilot had offered to let them stay to help heard in survivors, I volunteered so that they would have more help. I waved goodbye to the others and the plane took off. That was how we found ourselves where we are, hovering over the bridge that led to the safe zone.

"See anything?" the pilot asked me.

I scratched my head and looked out the window, "Not necessarily," I paused when I saw motion on the bridge, "Wait! There looks to be a group of four running down the bridge!" I paused, but paled when I saw the stragglers behind them, "Oh shit, it looks like they tripped the alarms on the car, and they have a few hordes chasing them," I turned to the pilot, "Can you touch down and gun down the zombies like you did for my group?"

The man nodded, "Hold on, it'll be rough since we'll be landing so quickly!"

He steered the plane toward the bridge, but flash from the side made him pull up and we lurched to a stop. The flash ended up being a rocket launched from the side by another helicopter. The rocket made contact with the bridge and sent the whole thing up in a massive explosion.

"Holy shit, that was awesome!" I yelled, but a pointed look from the pilot made me retract my statement, "I mean, Oh no! What will we do about the survivors?"

The pilot nodded, "Unfortunately, they seemed to have jumped down into the cemetery, so we have no way of tracking where they went," he turned to the microphone and shouted, "What the hell, Anderson!"

A man answered back to them, "That bridge was covered in infected! There was no way I was going to just let them walk over to our safe zone!"

I frowned, "Well, shit, that can't be good."

Pilot nodded, "Anderson! You just cut off the way for future survivors! Are you insane?"

There was some maniacal giggling from the other side, "Maybe a little," he said.

"Well, double shit," I frowned, "Now we have a crazy with a rocket launcher."

Anderson giggled again, "Don't worry about me! I won't be any trouble!"

The pilot radioed someone to take care of the psycho and turned to me, "Did you happen to see where the survivors went?

I shook my head and he frowned, "Well, it looks like we need to search for them."

I nodded and he turned back to the front.

After a few more hours of searching, the pilot got sick of finding nothing, so he radioed around, looking to see if someone else had found word on any survivors, after some radio mumbo jumbo, finally, my attention was grabbed at the radio's transmission. The man sounded frantic.

"That's coming from the bridge!"

There was a garbled conversation, and the transmission was sent to us, "Recue 7, are you equipped to carry?"

I tuned out the rest of the conversation, but from what I've gathered, that means that we were about to find more survivors. I happily ran up to the cockpit and jumped in the copilot seat as the plane took off.

We touched down at the end of the bridge, and there seemed to be a ruckus coming our way. There was four people followed by oodles and oodles of zombies. I turned to the pilot and shouted, "Get ready to take off as soon as they are in! We won't be able to handle that many zombies!

The pilot nodded and I used the speaker to shout for them to get to the chopper.

I heard the back slam shut and I signaled for the pilot to take off.

"Man! That as close!" I shouted.

A/N: Uh oh! It looks like there are a few more survivors. I wonder who they'll be?

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I lied, I know who they are. I'm just glad that this chapter was longer than the others. Okay! The next chapter should show some of my originality! So sit back, and beware.