Richard watched as the soldiers efficiently attached ropes to the fallen Flyers and began to drag them away. His gaze then shifted to the open sky, where the recent encounter with the airborne threats had left him with a gnawing sense of vulnerability.
"We really need an anti-air defense," Mark concurred, breaking the silence. "Good thing there were no casualties on our side."
Richard nodded in agreement, his thoughts still lingering on the potential danger they faced. "Yeah...the Flyers seemed to be weaker than other mutated zombies but are agile in the air. Good thing we managed to hit them down. Let's talk about air defense tomorrow; in the meantime, let's return to the function hall. The survivors must be panicking inside."
"You are right, sir," Mark acknowledged, his expression reflecting the same concern.
