13:00:22, once in a safe distance away from the ground, Snowden looks left and sees Miami International Airport filled with zombies. As well as a few coordinated small arms fire fairly handling the horde.

Louis: Damn. It's a good thing we didn't go to the airport, huh?

Snowden: Yeah, especially with those guys on the ground.

Zoey: They look suspicious to you?

Snowden: Kind of. Coordinated, heavily armed, appearing to know what they're doing, but no friendly uniforms. I may be compassionate, but I ain't naive. The Infected are predictable, the living are not. If they were after our air ambulance, we got lucky that we beat 'em to it.

Francis: Couldn't have done it without you, Snowden. Thanks, brother.

Snowden: My pleasure. I couldn't have done this without you guys as well. Thanks for sticking around and staying strong. Appreciate it.

Zoey: Don't thank us yet. We still got ways to go.

Snowden: Right. Get comfortable, we got three to four hours of flying ahead of us. I'll let you know if something's up.

With possible freedom in sight, Snowden gets to work on flying to Washington D.C. As Zoey, Francis and Louis check their weapons and munitions before falling asleep.