Six months later after the first infection, the human population decreased and is larger than it was in the beginning of the first month. Zombies have killed a lot of humans all around the world, making countries extinct, places becoming deserted from humans, and animal species that were categorized as extinct disappeared in the blink of an eye, where dogs and cats have started to become extinct species as the days go by.

But, even if the human population has decreased, there's still hope for a better tomorrow.

A squad of five army helicopters are flying at a big altitude, normal altitude for a helicopter to fly by, passing hills, what used to be cities and what remained of villages who are all overrun by zombies. These helicopters are not piloted by people from the army, they are owned by the ones from The Organization. And into one of those helicopters, five beginner fighter levels, fresh from the boot camp outposts from what used to be Taiwan, are getting prepared to do their missions.

"Listen up, boys and girls!" says a commander in English language to five people who are sitting on the helicopter seats, in their anti-biting armor, helmets with air masks, with backpacks containing needed supplies such as med kits and ammo for their guns who are placed on the other side of the helicopter, in a crate, as the protocol suggests "You five have been given a special mission, unlike the other forty-five people from the other four helicopters. You remember your missions?"

"Sir, yes, sir!" says a blonde Chinese man rising from his seat and looking at the commander. "Our mission is to eliminate all the zombies from the Dicang Village, Xiahu, China! And establish an outpost!"

"What is your name, soldier?" asks that commander to the man who answered the question.

"Name is Ri Ku, sir!"

"Ri." says the commander. "Listen. You may leave the formalities away from a soldier. I know you were in the Chinese Military, but here, you are not going to be used as a cannon fodder. That is available for all of you. Here, your five will have to work together! You have trained together for three months! Eat. Sleep. Shower. And maybe you had some free time to introduce yourselves. Outside there, your five will have to be together, agile, smart and strong to face these monsters outside. You'll not act like soldiers who are ordered to kill any zombie on sight. You will kill any zombie on sight, but smart."

"Sir." says the woman of the group in English, raising her arm. "With all respect, these creatures can still be saved."

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"And who are you, girl?"

"My name is Xin Yan, sir!" says the girl.

"What makes you say that?"

"We've been informed that some humans are able to control this virus. Undeads, sir."

"Those are just rumors, Xin. I will not believe it until I see it with my own damn eyes."

"Not at all, sir." says the second girl from this group. "I have listened to a podcast of one of the survivors from an outpost from Greece. They were talking about a girl from Romania who managed to control her power and fight a whole horde of zombies by herself."

"You are?" asks the commander looking at the second girl from the group.

"Apologize. I am Yu Tong, sir!"

"Well, Yu. Without evidence, these are rumors. Let's change the subject to what is the most important one… The three main rules." The commander looks at one of the people, who is having a black skin, with his helmet off, sitting near him and a buzz cut that looks fresh. "You. Tell me the three main rules."

"First rule," says the man, raising to his feet and speaking in broken English. "Give hope to those who need it. Second rule. Shoot the zombies. And the third rule…Give mercy to any infected."

"Yes," says the commander with a smile. "There are many other rules of The Organization, but these three… Are the ones everyone must know." he looks at the man with black skin as he puts his mask on. "You are Ahmed, right? The one who came all the way from Saudi Arabia as the rumors suggest?"

"Yes, sir!" says Ahmed after he puts on his gas mask. "And those aren't rumors."

"So, you came by yourself from Saudi Arabia?"

"No, sir! I came all the way to Egypt by myself from Dubai. I used to be a bus driver before all of this happened, sir. I've taken a lot of boats and ships to get here. Only to be greeted by a convoy from the Organization who accepted me and gave me a new meaning in this life."

"And that is?"

"Save the human race, sir."

"You are going to do a good job." says the commander looking happy at Ahmed, then he looks at the last person he hasn't exchanged any interaction with. "What is your name?"

"My name is Li Kay." says that person in a more broken English than a third grade schooler from a foreign country. "Sorry, sir. I don't speak good English."

"But you speak Chinese. And it is good to keep communicating with your colleagues."

Li Kay agreed to this statement by shaking his head.

The commander turns around and goes toward the pilot who is starting to slow down the helicopter, indicating they are approaching their destination. All the five people are preparing themselves for landing by putting on their gas masks, taking their preferable firearms from the crates, checking their ammo supplies, and taking some favorable melee weapons like knives, machetes and axes with them to slain the zombies in case they'll run out of ammo. The five, after they have prepared themselves, wait for the helicopter to land in a free zone. All the fighters are feeling nervous, but they don't show it. They know what they have to do, and that is to clean the entire Dicang Village, all by themselves, while the other forty-five soldiers are focusing on checking the nearby city and checking to see if that place could be used to create a future safe zone.