Adrian aimed his FN-SCAR H through the open door of the Black Hawk.
The helicopter continued circling above the air base while the rotors thundered over the quiet countryside.
Below them, movement began spreading across the installation.
Zombies were pouring out from the buildings in a frenzied manner. They really look like zombies from World War Z. And he hates those types of zombies who run fast.
"Those things are running," Noah said from the door gun position.
Ryan leaned forward and squinted toward the ground.
"Yeah… I see them."
The infected were no longer staggering slowly like the ones they had seen in Manila.
These were sprinting.
They burst out from the barracks doors and maintenance buildings, some tripping over each other as they rushed toward the sound of the helicopter above them.
"Pilot, lower us a bit," Adrian said.
"Copy."
The Black Hawk descended slightly, bringing the runway into clearer view.
More infected were spilling out of a hangar.
