At night, at Zinder Airport entrance, a car stops at the gates of this airport. The car that has stopped there is having a lot of human blood and small damages on the aspect of it. The driver, gets off the car, looking in disbelief at the gates of Zinder Airport, at the pile of burned corpses who are still burning now, and thousands of human bodies near the airport gates.
"No. No. No. It can't be." says Ga in Nigerian looking terrified at the gates who were once unbreakable, now they are breakable.
"Is this the airport?" asks Tina getting off the car toward Ga in Nigerian.
"…Yes." says Ga shaking. "I-I-It fell."
"How was possible?" asks Ramy leaving the car and coming closer to Ga. "This place was having hard security and all of the devices they needed. Even a zombie army we've seen in Kazaure wouldn't be able to get near the fence."
Ga is going inside the perimeter, as he walks forward, he steps on a pistol. Ga takes that pistol, he checks the magazine of it, sees it has six bullets, he puts the magazine back, and put on his left side of pants pocket. He turns around to Ramy and Zeny.
"Take the weapons with you."
"What are we going to do now?" asks Ramy.
"We will search for any communication device. Anything that can help us get a human touch."
The five survivors, are leaving the car that have helped them get this far. In the perimeter of the airport, the five people are going toward one of the three tents this airport was having in this area. As they walked toward that tent, the ugly smell of corpses around their feet could go inside their nostrils, and gave them the puke sensation. Ana was one of the persons from this small group who did throws up, but in small quantity. Thankfully, none of the corpses from their raised. These five people observed all of these bodies have been killed again by headshots and amputations from the head.
The group enters the said tent, and inside they see a table with documents and a said bed, made by two crates, one large wood plank, with a blanket and a pillow. The soldiers are checking the file at that table using the flashlight Zeny is holding to help Ga read these papers. Tina took a look at the files from there, while Ana was looking outside, scared and terrified by the look of this post-apocalyptic place.
"What is this?" asks Ramy to Ga in Nigerian. Ga holds the paper and look at it.
"It is a classified information." says Ga to Ramy in Nigerian. "About the last two plane who have left."
"And they did?"
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"They most likely did." says Ga letting the paper down to the table, then he picks another one, who it seems to be written by hand, unlike the other one. "This says the zombies are at this moment only three types. Jumping, crawling and normal."
"They are variants?" asks Tina in Nigerian to Ga.
"Yes." responds Ga in Nigerian. "We were informed by this by the higher ups."
"Higher ups? Government?" asks Tina.
"You could say that." says Ramy to Tina instead of Ga who continues to search the that desk and inside of it for any valuable documents that can help them with their situation.
After a five-minute search, Ga and with his people leave the tent, without any information or clue about where these planes are flying and if they are going to come back. Even if they would come back, it would be a risk since this place has a lot of zombie corpses who will definitely be coming back to their feet at any moment.
The people are going inside of one of the small hangars of this place. Walking toward the hangar, they see hear birds flying on the nightfall. This sound almost made the group stopped and skip a beat because they thought the sound of the birds would wake the zombies up, but it did not. Not any of these things have been rising up.
The moment the group comes to the said hangar, they hear the sound of a machine coming from there. The entire group, takes on their arms their fire weapons and walks toward that hangar door. They do not want to risk it and have a case like that one with the cannibal tribe where they weren't enough cautions and ended up with a minus member. Arriving at the hangar door, Ga makes sign to the soldiers and to the two researchers to go toward the other side of the door. In case things would turn south, they will have to jump on a surprised attack and take whatever is there.
The four people do as they were told, all sitting on the other side of the hangar metallic door for aeroplanes who are getting inside to be repaired of for quick checking out. Ga, seeing his people are sitting at a cover distance, he decides to do his thing. The man knocks on the door two times.
"Open up!" he says in Nigerian. "I heard a noise coming from there."
"Noise?" asks the person inside that hangar in Nigerian, which by the way, sounds more like an Egyptian accent rather than a person from Nigeria. "Are you zombie? Y-You've been infected?"
"No. I am not infected." says Ga to that person from inside the hangar. "Now let me enter before it will be too late."
"State your name and job/" says the person from that hangar.
"You've got to be kidding me…" says Ga to himself, then he coughs to regulate his voice. "Name is Ga. And I am a soldier who got assigned with a task by the higher ups."
"Soldier? Are you by a chance a member of the operation Alfa-68?"
"Yes." says Ga. "I am the co-leader of this mission."
"S-So, you've done it?"
Ga did not believe what he hears. This person does know their mission, group name, and the operation purpose they've done, which means this would be an easier task than he thought it would be.
"We have two researchers." says Ga.
"Those are the main objective of Mission Alpha-68." says the person sounding inside in a joy.
The door from the hangar proceeds to arise up, enough to reveal the interior of this hangar, and a small airplane that can transport six people including a pilot at maximum. As the door continues to rise up, Ga can see the face of the person, his clothes, all ripped either by an attack or by a horrible accident. Ga sees the individual body shape, which it is looking to be in a shape. And when the hangar door raised up enough, Ga could see the face of their pilot. The man in front of Ga's is the same person who got in a fly toward one of the safe zones outside the continent.
"Welcome back." says Capitan Muhammed to Ga, and shakes the hand of his, without making Ga caution about this.