They didn't carry anything. Did they really rely on us that much? Well, whatever. We moved to the rooftop and did our thing, which was using the grapple gun to move to the other building.
However, to everyone's surprise, Ai didn't use the zip line trolley, but instead walked on the rope with great balance and without any fear.
As expected of an A.I, she was more like an android to me, though. Well, whatever.
We moved on, getting closer and closer. Then, amidst the desolation of the metropolis, my eyes fixated on a haunting sight—a crashed plane, its skeletal frame jutting out from the cityscape like a tragic monument. The once majestic wings, now fractured and twisted, bore the scars of a catastrophic descent.
The fuselage, once a symbol of airborne freedom, lay mangled and charred on the urban landscape. Shattered windows revealed glimpses of a chaotic scene frozen in time. Debris was strewn across the streets, a macabre trail marking the path of the plane's descent.
The air carried a metallic tinge, a grim reminder of the disaster that unfolded here. Surrounding the wreckage, silence hung heavy, broken only by the distant moans of the undead. Nature, indifferent to the human tragedy, began to reclaim the fallen giant, with vines snaking through the fractured fuselage and weeds breaking through the cracked pavement.
The crashed plane stood as a testament to the fragility of civilization in the face of the relentless march of the undead. The once vibrant metropolis now bore the scars of both human and supernatural calamities, and the crashed plane served as a solemn reminder of the world that once was—a world forever altered by the apocalypse.
What a tragic sight. However, we continued to move forward, going to the hospital.
"This should be the last building," Roger said, looking at the hospital building next to us. We fired the grapple gun again, but this time it hit a glass window, causing it to shatter. The sound echoed through the eerie city.
"Oh shit," the scientist said, smiling.
"Oh boy," the guy in the black suit said.
"Let's move!" Roger shouted. We immediately slid down using our trolleys. The android, however, who was the last one, jumped from the building we were on earlier towards the hospital.
"Stop dazing around! Let's go!" Roger shouted. We immediately complied, running towards the rooftop.
The air thickened with an impending sense of doom as we raced against time. The echoing moans of the undead crescendoed around us. Every step reverberated with urgency, the weight of survival pressing against our chests. The once-deserted streets now teemed with a sea of relentless, swarming zombies. Their hollow gazes fixated on the promise of flesh.
As we ascended the stairs, the collective groans of the undead echoed through the concrete corridors, a haunting symphony of impending danger. The cold sweat on my brow mirrored the escalating tension within the group. Each floor passed felt like a fleeting victory against the encroaching horde, yet the relentless pursuit propelled us higher, closer to the elusive rooftop.
The scent of decay hung in the air, a pungent reminder of the relentless force closing in on us. The rhythmic pounding of our footsteps competed with the cacophony below, a discordant soundtrack to our desperate escape. The building, once a refuge, now felt like a fragile sanctuary on the verge of collapse.
Zombies in the building were closing in. We fought hard, shooting them all in the head as we continued to move forward. It was a race against time. My heart was pounding really fast, but when I looked back, the scientist and the guy in the black suit were taking it easy. The expression of the android also didn't change. Did they not know that we could die?
We ran and ran as fast as we could, floor after floor. The rooftop emerged as our final battleground, a narrow precipice between salvation and the ravenous horde. The distant thudding of helicopter blades became our beacon of hope, urging us to push beyond the limits of exhaustion. The rooftop's edge became a precipice, each step a gamble against the relentless tide of undead hunger.
As we reached the helicopter pad, the anticipation was palpable. Roger and the others were holding the zombies back in the staircase as I was trying to start the helicopter. The helicopter of course needed a key, but we didn't have one. So I was trying to hack into its wires
Sweat dripped from my forehead, and my hands were shaking. Were we going to make it in time? Was I going to be the reason why they would die? Doubt crept into my mind, making me nervous and anxious about what would happen.
Shit, shit, shit. The helicopter wasn't working, no matter what I did. Was this the end? The zombies were getting closer and closer. What should I do? What should I do?
The guy in the black suit walked towards me and took over. "Move," he said. I complied. "Hurry it up. They won't hold any longer," I said, with urgency in my voice.
"Captain!" They shouted. Roger had been bitten on his left arm. Shit, shit. "Calm down. Keep moving." The whir of helicopter blades intensified, drowning out the guttural moans below. The rooftop, a temporary sanctuary, held the promise of escape from the relentless pursuit.
"Get in," he said calmly.
"Hey, hurry up and get inside!" I shouted.
"Hurry up and go. I'll hold them back. I'm already bitten anyway," Roger shouted.
"Shut up. We won't abandon our comrades," one of the mercenaries said, showing respect for their leader.
"He's right. If you die, we'll die," another one said.
"Stop being a fucking fool. Get inside before they get in," Roger shouted. "This is an order. Don't make this hard for me," he said, ordering them.
"Hey, don't you think we should save them? After all, they're Souta's friends," the scientist interjected, her voice carrying a hint of urgency. Suddenly, Ai, the android, sprang into action, her movements swift and calculated. In an instant, she darted towards the stairwell where Roger and the others were confronting the relentless tide of zombies.
With astonishing speed, Ai skillfully maneuvered through the undead, a graceful dance amidst the chaos. Her movements were almost too precise, a stark contrast to the erratic sways of the zombies. She strategically pushed them aside, creating a momentary barricade between our comrades and the oncoming horde.
Then, with a burst of strength, Ai delivered a powerful kick to the floor, causing it to shatter beneath her. The broken debris tumbled down, creating a makeshift barrier between the living and the undead. It was a calculated move that bought a precious moment, a lifeline for Roger and the others to reposition and fend off the impending threat.
We were all speechless. "Get inside the helicopter, now!" I shouted, taking the chance. Roger and the others immediately got in, so did Ai. The collective breaths of my team synchronized with the impending departure, a fleeting moment of respite before the chaotic symphony below continued its relentless crescendo.
As the helicopter lifted off, leaving the rooftop and the encroaching undead below, a moment of relief washed over us. However, the transient calm was shattered when the scientist noticed Roger's left hand, stained with the taint of a zombie bite.
"Hey, let me see that," the scientist said, her urgency cutting through the post-escape haze. Ai, the android, swiftly handed her a knife with seamless precision. The scientist took charge, holding Roger's bitten arm with a steady hand. In a flash, Ai deftly sliced through Roger's left arm, the blade dancing with a precision that belied its deadly purpose.
The scientist acted with practiced efficiency, swiftly applying clothing to staunch the wound. In a calculated move, she administered an injection that coursed through Roger's veins. Time seemed to stretch as we watched, the minutes ticking by, holding our collective breath as Roger's arm, once marred by the undead's touch, began to show signs of recovery.
In just minutes, the bleeding ceased, and a sense of quiet triumph settled over the helicopter. The scientist meticulously bandaged Roger's arm, a testament to their resourcefulness in the face of adversity. The metallic hum of the helicopter blended with the subdued sounds of relief, marking a crucial victory against the relentless march of the undead.
Roger's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie, confirming the success of our mission. "Is that Souta!?" the scientist exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nostalgia.