On the next day, at an artificial island, a helicopter is about to depart from his helipad with three soldiers, and one pilot, all armed with enough weapons to clean even Mayenne. The pilot is about to leave, but, there is a soldier who is coming at them, a soldier in his 30s with a cigarette on his mouth, an LMG carrying on one hand, a hat like Dads are using at fishing, with a small blonde beard, muscular physique and a machete on his back. That soldier is wearing a dog tag that is written Michael, and he is one of the best soldiers this island got.

"Where are we going this time?" says Michael in English with a German accent as he walks closer to the helicopter, and toss his cigarette on the asphalt.

"We are heading to the city from France." says a soldier armed with protective gear. "Mayenne to be precise."

"You serious." says Michael almost laughing. "Why?"

"We got signal that someone got a radio station that can communicate in almost every Europe." responds a skinny soldier with an AK-47. "And the man managed to communicate with one from Poland."

"You serious?" asks Michael.

"Very serious."

"Meh… But I can shoot, motherfuckers?"

"Sure, you can." responds the soldier he first talks with Michael.

"Awesome." responds Michael closing the helicopter door behind him.

As the door got closed, the helicopter has started to fly high in the sky and away from the artificial island. As he flies away from the platform, three people, an old man, a young fat man and a guy with long hair, are escorted to a tent where they will be inspected to see if they are carrying the virus or not. These three survivors are looking worse, with dirty clothes, backpacks on, and very tired for travelling so much here by themselves.

***

A few hours later, on the garage where Raoul still stays and signals for the rescue using the radio. He tried to contact the soldiers again for at least six times but to no avail, it didn't work out well. " They are probably busy right now." says Raoul to himself. He decides to search for random signals, and he finds one.

" Hello! Can someone hear me?" says a lady voice in Italian language.

"Yes! I hear you!" responds Raoul in English to make the listener understand he is talking English. "Over."

"Are your military by any chance?" asks the woman feeling relieved.

"Unfortunately, no." responds Raoul. "I am currently on France, Maine. I am waiting for rescue. Over."

"Maine, France?! I am right now in Milano, Italy! There are things who are eating people alive."

"Like that's something new."

"What?" asks the woman confused. "No listen! these things have appeared yesterday morning."

"… Excuse me? Did you say yesterday? Over."

"Yes. That's what I say." responds the female on the radio. "These monsters are like the ones from the movies, but hey cannot die easily."

"Look. these things have appeared here a long time. At least in region are almost ten days since this infection. How it has spread slowly over there? Maybe the mountains or… Are you alright? Over."

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"I am blocked into a Bar with five more people. Listen! Call for help or something! Police, Military, FBI! Please! Do it now!" yell the lady at the radio.

"Okay, okay." responds Raoul. "I will try now to see if I can call someone from there. Transmission ends!"

Before he was about to close the transmission, he looked at the note of the number of the transmission was to speak with that woman. He copied the address which will be a good thing into the future. He closes the transmission, and he try to call the military base, this time he managed to call one, but not the one who are on their way to save him.

"Can somebody hear me! Can somebody hear me, now! Over!" says Raoul in English language.

"Say it, citizen! Over." responds someone from the other side sounding like a strong man. "State your name and location of rescue!"

"It is Milano, Italy. At a Bar, close to a highway, I think. Sorry I just made a contact with the place a minute ago. I on the other hand, I am on Maine, France. Over."

"Interesting." says the man. "We can sure trust you?"

"Yes! Can you make a contact with them if I give you their address of contact? Over."

"We can. State it." says the man on the other side of the radio.

Raoul proceed to say slowly the address, while the soldier from the other side types the address, slowly and carefully.

When they finished it, the soldier told Raoul to close the station for a moment because he will call him later. They close the transmission while Raoul waits for them to call him back.

After a few minutes, the soldier from earlier calls Raoul, who was getting bored enough to a paper plane and threw it on the room.

"You are right, citizen! We will send a squad there. In the meantime, do you need help?"

"Not now." says Raoul on the other side. "I've probably got a squad who is coming after me. Soon enough. They told me a few days ago they are sending their man in Mayenne to clean the Z's and establish an outpost. Over."

"The Delta Island is coming after you? Over."

"I don't know their name, but probably yes. Over."

"These people are closer to you. Good luck and hope you can send another radio call but at a close distance from us."

"What's your area? Over."

"It's close to Greece. Over."

"Understand. Transmission out!"

"Take care there! Out!"

They are both are closing the radio at the same time.

***

On the helicopter, the soldiers who are heading to Mayenne are about to enter France area. As the helicopters flies at a normal altitude, the soldiers are preparing their miniguns to start the cleaning operation even though they have almost one more hour to come to them, but a soldier decides to shoot the zombies now, thinking it would be a great time, and that one is Michael.

He prepares his sniper rifle, he looks on the visor down at a ship, and he sees there are some zombies roaming all around it. An abandoned ship with zombies it is considered a trap to them, but if a human is there. May God give him mercy. Michael shoots the first shoot, who penetrated the skull of a zombie at the dock, but, when he falls one zombie jumps on him, and he beat him. But Michael doesn't seem too surprised.

"Undeads are walking over there." says Michael to the teammates, where one of them takes his vision googles and looks there.

"There is one." says the man with vision googles. "But it is a shame he is eating a zombie. Knock him down." he takes the gadget off.

"Sure." says Michael shooting the second shoot who hits the undead head. "Three." he shoots the third zombie who is walking on the ship. "Four." he shoots the fourth one, but the bullet goes from the fourth and to another zombie head. "…Five."

"You're good, shooter." says the soldier with a machine gun attached to the helicopter.

"I know damn well, man!" says Michael shooting a sixth zombie who was climbing the ship containers. "Crawlers."

Michael continues to kill zombies. He kills almost ten zombies. Almost because the tenth one was still moving when he got shoot on his neck. The helicopter moves away from that ship, and continues to fly further to the destination called Mayenne.

"It was a good practice." says Michael. "Hope the zombies there would be a challenge."

"Hope so, too." says the soldier at the machine gun.

"We are going to be there in almost two hours." says the pilot. "Remember the mission, we have to take the man with the radio. His source of communication is extremely valuable."

"Yes, we know." says Michael. "But if he dies it will not be our fault."

"Michael." says the co-pilot.

"Just saying." says Michael raising his hands like a guilty person.

The helicopter continues to fly straight to Mayenne with the soldiers prepared for anything.

"Prepare to contact the source." says the pilot to the co-pilot.

"I'm on it." says co-pilot turning on the radio and taking the microphone in his hands with a pair of headphones.