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Earlier this day, while the group of soldiers and volunteers were checking the buildings, the squad from Valea Iașului have gone to Vidraru Den, to check its status if. Wondering if it can still stand after four months without any maintenance. The people on the helicopter, after they arrived in there, they saw something they never thought they would ever see.

The Vidraru den, one of the most well-known construction from Argeș… has been destroyed. A long time ago maybe when the water was on water low level.

The soldiers from the helicopters are looking down with their sniper rifle and assault rifles scoops to check the roads of the dens who are still standing. Even without the scope, they can see countless corpses on the roads, laying in there, dead for God knows how long. On the roads there are some zombies on their feet, walking aimlessly and others looking at the helicopter on the sky who is attracting a lot of attention.

"How many are there?" asks the co-pilot of the helicopter, who is Gancea.

"About seventeen bodies, and eight zombies." says Petre.

"Are ours?" asks the pilot, who is a soldier.

"Only three." says a soldier to the pilot.

"I see something guys." says a soldier who is having his assault rifle pointed at the metallic sculpture of the man holding a thunder.

On that said sculpture, there is something, that is climbing the sculpture, without any rope nor climbing equipment. The soldiers, looking carefully with their rifles at that thing that is climbing the said sculpture, they see that thing is a zombie. This is not unusual for the soldiers and not for the two volunteers, Gancea and Daniel, who have seen a lot of Climber type zombies.

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"Shoot it down." says Petre to a soldier.

That soldier aims the rifle at that zombie, looks through the scope, and when he saw he has the head of the zombie, the soldier pulls the trigger. The bullet flies from the rifle and flies toward that zombie, flying on a fast speed to where the head is supposed to be. As the bullet was coming toward the zombie, the thing has stopped from climbing, and jumps from the building. This jump has made the people on the helicopter looking shocked at this.

Not only the zombie has avoided a bullet in the head, but the dodge wasn't enough because the zombie has fallen face down about dozens of meters on a rock, splashing his whole a body and destroyed like a vase who has fallen from the table, landed on the floor, and braking into thousands of pieces.

"D-Did that thing just avoided a bullet?" asks the co-pilot to the soldiers.

"I-I-I think yes." says the soldier who used the gun to try and kill the creature.

"The virus has mutated once again." says the pilot. "I have seen my fair shares of zombies evolved. I have seen a lot of zombies. big, small, combined, climbers and even jumpers who tried to grab the helicopter, but they couldn't."

"I am sorry. Combined?" asks Petre interested.

"You people didn't meet the combined type. This is a wild one, fellas. They are having their bodies sewed together into three or five heads. The only three heads I've seen on a mission in Uganda. And I met a survivor from Zimbabwe who told me he witnessed a five head zombie, nine feet tall that killed three people from The Organization."

"Jesus…" says Petre thinking about the image of three members from the Organization being put down by a huge zombie with five heads. He finds it hard to believe something like this, but if this pilot says the truth, the zombies may be more dangerous than they all thought initially.

The helicopter flew around the den for a while, then later, the soldiers decide to head back to their base, to alert the higher-ups about their findings. and told them they will all be safe since the biggest problem doesn't exist anymore.

As the helicopter departs from the fallen den, on the road there are zombies who are looking on the helicopter, moving their heads and feet slowly, and groaning. The alive zombies in there, are watching the helicopter as it departs, and when it did, the things continue to walk aimlessly.