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The fighters arrive at the entrance of the fortified outpost. All the forty-seven fighters are entering the area and start firing the hundreds of remaining zombies in there who weren't able to get inside the airport area. Most of the zombies who remained in there were considered to be slow walking pace, ones that crawl, and a few class F zombies. These zombies stood no chance against Fighters who shot from distance the zombies in front of them with their assault rifles, handguns, shotguns, grenade launchers and minigun.
This whole extermination took about fifteen minutes, and when all the zombies in this whole course were killed, the fighters quickly jumped to do their tasks, fortify the gates and provide fire support to the remaining zombies who were outside the area. Twenty fighters have jumped to kill the zombies outside the recaptured outpost, while the remaining are doing their things, reinforce the walls, kill the remaining zombie in the tents, refuel the generators and burn the infested tents that present these blue mushrooms that grow in zombie bodies and around their remains.
After a lot of work, the group of forty-seven fighters have finished their tasks that needed to be done. Fences have been reinforced. Zombies with tents have been cleaned out by fire. Z's that surrounded the area were killed by the fighters without any mercy. And the whole group has decided to take a rest after they've observed the military has everything under control at the airport tracks.
"Good job, squad!" says Somachi to his group after everyone gathered in a circle. "For now we'll rest here for about three days, then we'll move to the second phase and the final part of this special mission. That is. To retake the temple that was once used as a way of communication all around South-East Asia. Taking it back, we'll help us regain the control we once had."
"What are we doing until that day, sir?" asks a Vietnamese fighter in broken English.
"Until then," says Somachi to that Vietnamese looking fighter. "We'll rest, protect this outpost as much as we can from these monsters and help the survivors in his area."
"There's people here?" asks Xin Yan.
"It has to! This outpost alone holds hundreds of survivors. Most of them could fight against zombies. Surely they are still in the city, or they retreated in the woods. But the important thing is: Help those who need it."
"Yes, sir!" says a few fighters.
"Good. Now. All of you better rest. The Military has everything under control."
"What about Tom, Gerry and Randy?" asks the same female fighter from earlier. "Shouldn't we help them?"
"They are fighters," says Somachi. "They'll make it through. But if you worry so much, go there and see if they are fine."
The female fighter takes her weapon, and walks out of the perimeter by herself, toward the airfield where the military continues their job to kill as many zombies as they can. While the female fighter was walking to the airport, the remaining forty-six fighters remained in the outpost, resting in this sunny afternoon.