Later this day, a helicopter was sent to check the herd in Rudareni. The helicopter sent was with our soldiers, who two were piloting the helicopter, and other two are using the miniguns installed on the helicopter to kill the upcoming herd. Their mission is to divert them into another direction, or eliminate them. Killing all of the zombies in that herd will require an enormous number of bullets from a minigun and more personnel.

The four soldiers sent to attack the herd were enough for this part of the mission, while other groups of soldiers and volunteers were sent to the city to escort the survivors from safe zone in The Organization community. They will only take the survivors from the city, and let the zombies roam in this city who has was almost liberated thirty percentages two weeks ago from zombies.

The helicopter is at three hundred meters altitude, enough distance for the gunner to fire their weapons into the herd. The moment the helicopter arrived close to that herd, the gunners have started to fire their minigun. The two soldiers have made about dozens of kills in ten seconds.

After a minute, there were around a hundred or so zombies killed from that herd. The zombies were killed for good since most of the bullets were penetrable enough to destroy the heads, limbs and bodies of zombies. Some of the zombies killed in the herd, were later eaten by the Undeads from there. Undeads that were still on the initial state, but now they've become full zombies mutant.

"They are starting to come at us." says the co-pilot looking down, seeing some zombies from the front changing their direction of walking to where the helicopter is.

"Great." says the pilot of the helicopter, starting to fly the helicopter to another direction. "We can lead them outside of the county. Keep on firing."

"Yes, sir!" says the soldiers on the miniguns and continue their job of killing the lifeless corpses that continue to move.

As the horde of zombies starts to move to where the helicopter is flying, another part of the zombies is walking on a different direction. Zombies that are in a number of forty lifeless moving corpses. Corpses who eyes are sealed or missing. And with ears ripped apart. Those forty zombies are walking toward the blood smell.

The helicopter is dealing with the horde of zombies walking after them, not realizing the other forty zombies are heading in another direction. But this will not matter since these are only forty zombies in number, and not tens of thousands that are getting killed each second by the helicopter.

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After two minutes of intense fighting, something bizarre happens.

"Guys!" says the soldier from the chopper on the machine gun.

He points with his finger, on the horde, a zombie from Class F, who is looking at them angrily, and roars in the sky. The soldiers immediately aimed at the thing and shoot hundreds of bullets to the thing, which it kills it instantly.

"That was close." says the soldier from the other side of the helicopter.

But then, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, a zombie is thrown out of nowhere to the helicopter, hitting the metallic blades and getting slashed into dozens of pieces. This single throw, has caused a bit of turbulence and made the people in the helicopter scared. The gunner almost lost their balance from their stationary guns, close to fall on the death below them.

"What the fuck was that?" asks the co-pilot.

"Class F!" says a soldier from the other side of the helicopter.

But before he could say anything, another zombie is tossed to the helicopter, this one however, manages to get inside the helicopter, who had both side doors opened. That zombie has hit the gunner minigun and hold it tight with his frail arms. The soldier, seeing the thing is on the barrel of minigun, he proceeds to roll the gun, which manages to fly the thing from the gun and fall hundreds off meters to the horde. Upon impact to the ground, the zombie has landed on another zombie, which has broken his skeleton and made him into a crawler type zombie.

"These zombies are flying!"

"No! They are tossed by a Class F."

The gunners spot a few class F into this horde. And they immediately start to focus their aim on them, rather of the other zombies. Soon, the gunners have killed around six class F zombies, who were the biggest threat to them at this moment. But before they breathe a sigh of relief, they got hit again.

This time it wasn't a zombie like last time. It was boulder, who filed into the opened doors of the helicopter (on the right side), hit both of the gunmen, and send both of them out of the helicopter (on the left side), together with the now wrecked miniguns, where they'll fall in the hands of the horde.

"What the fuck?!" yelled the pilot of the helicopter after the turbulence.

"We have to get out of here!" yells the co-pilot to the pilot, who is scared as the pilot after he saw on his visor how two beloved colleagues of his, got killed so easily.

But before the helicopter could try to turn around, it got hit by another boulder, who this time hit the engine of the helicopter, and made the aircraft lose control and fall onto the horde of the zombies.

The moment helicopter has crashed into the earth, it instantly explodes, killing the pilot, co-pilot and a huge amount of zombies. The explosion was big enough to cause a fire, who burned several of the zombies from the horde, but made some hundreds of lifeless corpses back away from the explosion and go to the direction where the other forty zombies have gone.

And from the horde who is following those forty zombies, there are right remaining Class F zombies, who are all drooling and screeching like other creatures. Those zombies are ignoring the crying and screaming for help from the two soldiers, who are devoured by the dozens of zombies.