Chapter 8

Harry had been walking for hours, trying to find a way out of the city. The streets were now empty, and the only sound was the distant sound of gunfire. He had to find a way to contact The Division and let them know what had happened.

Suddenly, Harry heard a sound behind him. He turned around to see a group of people running towards him, their faces panicked and desperate.

"Help us!" one of them yelled as they approached him. "They're coming!"

"Who's coming?" Harry asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

"The Cleaners!" another person shouted. "They're burning everything in their path!"

Harry had heard of the Cleaners before. They were a group of fanatics who believed that the only way to stop the pandemic was to burn everything in their path. They were notorious for their brutal tactics and complete disregard for human life.

"We need to get out of here," Harry said, motioning for the group to follow him. "Quickly, this way!"

He led them down a side street, trying to find a way out of the city. But as they turned a corner, they were met with a wall of flames. The Cleaners had already been there, leaving destruction in their wake.

"We're trapped!" one of the people screamed.

Harry looked around, trying to find a way out. Then he saw it - a fire escape on the side of a nearby building.

"Quickly, follow me!" he yelled, running towards the building.

He climbed up the fire escape, with the group following close behind. As they reached the top, they saw that the city was on fire. The Cleaners had set everything ablaze, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.

"We have to keep moving," Harry said, his voice strained. "We can't stay here."

They ran across the rooftops, trying to find a way out of the city. But no matter which way they turned, they were met with fire and destruction.

Finally, Harry saw a helicopter in the distance. It was The Division. They had come to rescue him.

"Over here!" he yelled, waving his arms.

The helicopter flew towards them, hovering just above the rooftop. Harry helped the others climb aboard, relieved to finally be getting out of the city.

As they flew away from the burning city, Harry couldn't help but think about all of the people who were left behind. He had to find a way to stop the Cleaners, to save the city from their destruction.

But for now, he was just grateful to be alive, and to have a chance to fight another day.