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The fighters arrive at the entrance of the fortified outpost. All the forty-seven fighters entered the area and started firing at the hundreds of remaining zombies there who couldn't get inside the airport area. Most of the remaining zombies were considered to be walking pace, ones that crawl, and a few class F zombies. These zombies stood no chance against Fighters who shot from a distance of the zombies in front of them with their assault rifles, handguns, shotguns, grenade launchers, and miniguns.

This extermination took about fifteen minutes, and when all the zombies in this course were killed, the fighters quickly jumped to do their tasks, fortify the gates, and provide fire support to the remaining zombies outside the area. Twenty fighters have jumped to kill the zombies outside the recaptured outpost while the remaining are doing their thing: reinforce the walls, kill the remaining zombies 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 forty-seven fighters have finished their tasks. Fences have been reinforced. ZFire has cleaned out zombies with tents. The fighters killed the Zsthat surrounded the area without mercy. The whole group decided to rest after they observed that the Military had everything under control at the airport tracks.

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"Good job, squad!" says Somachi to his group after everyone gathered in a circle. "We'll rest here for about three days, then move to the second phase and the final part of this special mission. That is. Retake the temple that was once used for communication all around South-East Asia. Taking it back helps 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 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 to kill as many zombies as possible. While the female fighter was walking to the airport, the remaining forty-six fighters remained in the outpost, resting on this sunny afternoon.