In the following days, Airon had spent countless sleepless nights searching for a better way to protect his soldiers. But the truth was that in such confined spaces there was no possibility of an easy solution to solve cleaning problems.
Even if there were tanks, armored vehicles, and numerous combat helicopters now, none of that worked if the enemies were in a basement or a dark parking lot.
But everyone had to keep fighting.
Airon had to keep sending his soldiers to face all the walkers. But he knew he couldn't afford to lose so many lives, so after some consideration he and his team started moving personally in the most dangerous places.
...
Hours later, Airon personally led an elite squad to face the walkers.
The elite squad of soldiers moved quickly through the abandoned streets, scanning their surroundings for any sign of danger. Airon, their leader, took the lead, while his sharp senses and alertness carefully checked every detail.
Like an experienced old hound, no one doubted to follow him, and in fact, everyone was very calm seeing Airon's back. This time Tommy followed closely, supporting Airon's back in case of any unforeseen event.
Rrrr!
Suddenly, they heard a growl and Airon signaled the squad to stop. They quickly took defensive positions, and in turn their weapons were ready.
"Get ready!" Airon warned.
Roar!
From the shadows, a group of fast and dangerous walkers emerged, with bright eyes of hunger. As soon as Airon saw this, he raised his P90 and shouted, "Fire!"
The squad opened fire, the sound of the shots echoing through the streets.
Bang Bang Bang! Bang Bang Bang!
Airon moved closer, his perfected combat skills honed over years of training. He drew his sword, the blade shining in the moonlight, and charged against the walkers coming out from the left.
Crack!
As he made his way through the first wave of enemies, he noticed a special walker, whose eyes glowed with a chilling green light. It moved at lightning speed, and its sharp claws ready to attack moved.
Airon stared at the special class walker, his heart beating with adrenaline. He knew this would be the toughest fight since he arrived here.
The two charged at each other, the sound of their collision echoing through the streets. Airon dodged the walker's initial attack, and his sword shone in the moonlight as he returned the blow with deadly precision.
The walker growled, its claws bouncing off Airon's armor. But he remained unfazed. He continued to fight, his movements fluid and elegant as he danced around the attacks of the walkers around him.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of combat, Airon saw his opportunity. With a quick strike, he plunged his sword into the walker's chest and with a force propelled upwards, he cut his enemy's body in half.
The walker let out a final guttural growl before collapsing to the ground. Airon stood over him, panting heavily, his sword still firmly gripped in his hand.
The rest of the squad had taken care of the other walkers and gathered around Airon, eliminating other walkers.
But Airon knew the battle was far from over. There would always be more walkers to face, more enemies to defeat. But for now, he took a moment to enjoy the glow of victory for everyone without losses, feeling grateful for his skills and for the comrades who had fought by his side.
Together, they would continue fighting so that the surrounding areas would soon be free of walkers.
...
At night, Airon and Daryl sat at a small table in the dimly lit back of a bar, each with a glass of whiskey. It was a rare moment of relaxation in their busy lives as leaders of the S.C.T., the organization they had created together from the beginning.
"So, Daryl..." Airon said, spinning his drink. "Have you ever wondered if it's all worth it? The constant struggle, the loss of lives, the destruction of everything we once knew?"
Daryl took a sip of his drink, contemplating Airon's words. "I do, sometimes. But then I think about what matters to me, and I just keep going. You know you can trust me, you know. Lately, I've been looking for a cat, but I can't seem to find one no matter how many times I look."
Airon chuckled. "Yeah, I guess cats have a way of keeping us busy, but I've only seen dogs around here."
Daryl raised an eyebrow and joked, "If anyone heard that you, the leader of the S.C.T. that many people respect, cared about finding a cat, wouldn't that be funny?"
Airon smiled. "Hey, even the toughest of us have a soft side. I'm still thinking of a name. If I ever find a cat, it would be so nice to pet it..."
Daryl nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I still remember when we ate a cat, at that time Shane accepted my and my brother's proposal to eat that cat..."
"Should I give you a rabies test?"
"Nonsense..."
Both Airon and Daryl fell into a peaceful silence, both lost in their thoughts about the cost of surviving in a world full of walkers. But after a moment, Daryl spoke again.
"You know, Airon, I think the key is to find joy in the little things. Like what we like to do, for example, drink good whiskey, smoke, or hunt..."
Airon smiled. "Yeah, you're right. It's important to hold onto those small moments of happiness. That's what makes the fight worth it."
Daryl raised his glass. "Here's to finding joy and to many more people making it through until we've overcome all of this..."
Airon clinked his glass against Daryl's. "Cheers to that, and to cats."
As they sipped their drinks, Airon couldn't help but feel grateful for Daryl's friendship. They had been through so much together, and their shared sense of humor had helped them keep their sanity in a world that often seemed insane.
"So, do you have any good jokes for me, Daryl?" Airon asked, with a playful twinkle in his eyes.
"I don't know about that, but I'm sure T-dog knows plenty of dark humor jokes."
Airon laughed genuinely for a few seconds, feeling the tension of the day fade away. "It's terrible, but I love it."
Daryl looked at Airon, not sure why Airon was talking about jokes. But he couldn't deny that he didn't feel uncomfortable, and soon found that spending time with Airon was not uncomfortable at all.
They spent the rest of the night sharing stories, drinking whiskey, and talking about cats and dogs. It was a much-needed break from the weight of their responsibilities.
But as the night wore on, both knew it was time to rest, not without Daryl mentioning that he would go hunting with a group while trying to search for survivors in the nearby woods.