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Two days later, back on the base rebuilt by the squad from Haga, a helicopter lands to a helipad made by them for this type of vehicle. The helicopter that has landed on the helipad is a type that was used back into the time when America was having wars in Afghanistan, but this one had a few more upgrade to this, like a few more windows made especially for machine gunners and snipers, and a few more seats to keep the rescued survivors.

At that helipad, three soldiers, together with Sigurd, Edla and Artur, are coming, all carrying nothing to them. Not even a backpack with a supply, a weapon or any spare clothes. These three survivors are wearing the same clothes they wore since they have come to these safe places.

The soldiers are entering the helicopter first, then after that comes the survivors, taking the backseats where the other three soldiers are sitting and are carrying the supplies and some weapons. These soldiers are holding something these three people never thought they would see in today's standards of the apocalypse, working smartphone.

One of the soldiers is looking at the three survivors surprise and he tells them.

"Unfortunately, these things are useless at this time. We can only communicate with the nearest bases. And that base we can communicate with is the one we will be deporting you three."

"I see." says Edla to that soldier. "How long it will take?"

"About three hours." says the soldier next to the other one who told her about the smartphone.

"Great." says Edla and she looks at Artur.

"Are you excited?" asks Artur.

"Yes. You?"

"Kind of. I just want a place where I can sleep for the next three days. And hoping this was a nightmare."

"Ain't we all wished this was only a nightmare." says a soldier looking sad at the window.

"… Sorry." says Artur to that soldier.

After three minutes, the pilots of the helicopter are walking into their seats, they turn on the engine of the place and are about to rise in altitude without the consent of their passengers. As the helicopter was taking altitude, the passengers and soldiers are buckling their seats and looking at the ground. They see the ground getting smaller and smaller with almost every five seconds. They can barely see the soldiers moving barrels with gasoline and woods to burn the bodies from the streets near the base they've worked at for the next days to sustain.

When the helicopter got a good altitude to fly, it flies on the fastest speed he can toward the base built near Gotland, an island that was known by more people to be a part of the Baltic Sea, presenting an area of three thousand eighty-three point seven kilometres square in area, having a length of one hundred seventy-six kilometres and a width of fifty-two kilometres. It also has some Norse mythology facts, and that is this island was populated by two servants of Thor, Roskva and Pjalfi.

On the base, Ronald is looking up to the helicopter, he waves at it for a few seconds, then he goes back to his duty as a soldier to burn the corpses of the fallen zombies and the soldiers who have died in the defence they were putting last night.

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Last night a battle has struck the base, but it was a hard one because it took them when the designed watch tower was having the first symptoms of air infections. He became a zombie due to the air virus that affects mostly the smokers or the people that presents medical problems won their respiratory system. And this attack has killed at least three soldiers who weren't such a big asset to this squad, but they were still humans.

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A few minutes later, on the city Vato, the helicopter that transports the six people, is flying closely to the buildings. This was a concerning sign for the co-pilot, who is looking at his pilot who is directing the helicopter.

"Sir!" asks the co-pilot seeing the pilot breathing heavily. "Are you alright?"

The pilot did not respond, he was only heavily breathing like he was having some sort of heart attack or a grave sign of pneumonia. The co-pilot tries to say again, but then, a soldier, from the back seats, screams to the pilots.

"Fly higher! Class F on sights!"

The soldier spotted a class F zombie that has managed to get on the roof of a building and is throwing title roofs to the helicopter. Of course, the title roofs he was throwing was not even doing a scratch to the helicopter, nor more of them could hit the helicopter, but still, Class F is still a threat not to be ignored.

The pilot did not respond to this call, he continued to fly to a lower and lower altitude. The co-pilot got scared, and decide to go to the pilot, who was not even looking at him, he only looks on the window, breathing as hard as he can. Then, the co-pilot touches the neck of the pilot, he turns him around, and he sees the pilot, eyes, about to become dead, just like these monsters. The co-pilot, takes down the safety belt from the pilot, he opens the door and throws the body of the pilot, making everyone from that helicopter scared and almost having a heart attack.

"Everything is alright…" says the co-pilot taking the pilot seats and looking down to the original pilot body, falling from about three meters altitude into the streets of hordes of zombies. "The pilot was close to become a zombie. But we managed to-"

Then, all of a sudden, a car fly toward them. The car was thrown by a Class F from the ground. And that car, hits the helicopter so hard, it almost makes it explode mid-air, but somehow, it destroys only the control part, letting the backside of the helicopter intact. Now, the helicopter is crashing toward the grounds. as the helicopter is falling down on high speed, the soldiers and the three survivors are breaching for the impact.

After the fall, the three survivors are leaving the back side of the helicopter, one by one. First was Sigurd, who was having only his left arm dislocated, Artur who suffered a few head injuries and Edla, who got a severe case of left leg with bones destroyed. Sigurd takes Edla on his back, and Artur, sees the bodies of the soldiers, all three of them, who are dead on the impact.

The crash can be described as one where the seats of the three survivors are where the helicopter has crashed, and the seats of the soldiers, are about twenty to thirty steps away from the helicopter, in the north-east direction. Their seats have somehow detached from the helicopter in mid-air crashed into an empty truck with an empty trailer. Now these people haven't crashed far from their salvation, they crashed on the dockside, where one ship is still there.

The three survivors, without thinking about the dead soldiers and their co-pilot, who goes missing, they run to the dock, to get on the remaining ship there. When they got inside the ship, that was at somewhere at least five hundred meters from the crash site, they see nobody in the ship. Artur goes to the wheel of the ship, while Sigurd escorts Edla to an empty room where he would treat her wound.

Right when Artur was about o leave, he observes the co-pilot, running to them, holding his right arm, and bleeding so much blood from his body. The old man lets the co-pilot inside the ship, and before you know it, they sail away from this nightmare of the world, to the survivor's new home. Now, Artur was put on the wheel by himself because he is the only one from this group who is having experience is navigating into the sea.

And from this day on, the three survivors have never been seen on their homeland.