Maybe it was the mysterious voice that kept whispering, or maybe it was just having someone giving clear orders in the madness, but everyone seemed to find their strength. The betas who'd been knocked down started getting back up.
Some started to pull down the sun-blocking panels, hands trembling. Others propped up the parts of the blimp that had been broken, and some even found tape to cover up the hole blocked by the table.
As the windows were closed off one by one, the mutants outside lost sight of the people inside and finally took off, deciding to go after the alphas that were flying outside.
Inside, the last wild humanoid head was squashed under the foot of the alpha. The space, once full of gunfire, screams, and shaking, finally went quiet.
