***

The four people enters the building it was guided by the flare, launched by one of the soldiers from inside the base. After they got inside the building, Charly and with Sigurd, are quickly locking the door, by moving a golf cart who was there.

"How luck this person was having this." says Charly to Artur, whom smile in response.

"Where is Edla?" asks Ebba, her sister, looking around scared and sweating bullets.

"Edla?" asks Artur surprised. "She was with us a moment ago."

"Didn't she?" says Charly, looking scared at Ebba, but then, Sigurd say something which turns everyone attention to him.

"Edla died. She died most likely by a zombie who was jumping to us."

"A jumper…" says Ebba furiously and sad. "Fuck…" she starts to cry.

"That jumper, was close to take me." say Sigurd feeling a bit ashamed. "But that monster, took Edla."

"My sister…" mourns Ebba. "My sister! My mother! My father! They have all been taken by them! By Jumpers!" she cries and tires to hold her mucus inside the nose. She falls on her knees and continues to cry. Sigurd goes to Ebba, trying to confront her and make her feel somehow better.

"Guys." says Charly looking at the window and sees about fifteen zombies walking to them. "Dead souls are coming."

"Let the military people handle them." propose Artur to Charly, but he sees that nobody else cares about this.

"I will go." say Charly taking his sword. "I don't expect all of you to stop me."

"Sure." says Artur non-clamantly. "Go for it."

"Aren't you going to help me?"

"Kid. I am tired of this, okay? I have been running, avoiding death countless times and very hungry. The save is very close to us. And I don't risk going there, getting myself killed while the salvation is at a few steps ahead."

Charly did not say anything in response to Artur. He knew this old man is crazy or dumb most of the time, but what he said was logical for him and the three remaining members of the group. Besides, Charly these people have been trough Hell and Back in order to get here. Unlike him and his twin sister, who are enjoying this time of humanity.

"Guess, I will go on myself."

"Be careful." says Sigurd to Charly.

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"I will." responds Charly heading to the back exit.

"Bring the corpse of my sister if you can!" yells Ebba to Charly as he runs to the back of the building, to take the back exit.

The moment Charly left the construction who will fall at any moment, he runs to the front of the store, holding his sword in both of his hands, prepared to slash a few zombies heads.

***

Seven minutes later, a small group of soldiers, all dressed in heavy armour and carrying heavy weapons, are marching at the building where the four survivors are hiding. The soldiers are going there, prepared to face one of those fifteen left zombies. But, when they took the turn and prepared to fire their weapons in a straight line, they see a strange man there, holding a sword that has zombie blood on the blade part. That man with long hair and beard, he has slain all of the zombies who were walking and running to him and his teammates.

"Are you alright?" asks a soldier, giving a sign of shaking because of fear when he looks at Charly. It can be sensed the other soldiers are also surprised by a man that wears a Viking armour on these strange and deadly times of humanity.

"I am fine." responds Charly in his natal language, who is making a few soldiers, who are mainly speaking English feeling a reductant.

"Do you speak English?" asks a soldier to the man wearing Viking's costume.

"Yes. I do." speaks Charly into a broken English accent to the soldiers who are from Great Britain, Holland and any other countries from Europe sphere. "Are you the squad who contacted my other friends?"

"Who are your friends?" asks a soldier in black to Charly.

"They are hiding in this building."

"How many are there?" asks the same soldier who is stepping two steps ahead to Charly, showing that he is the leader of this small unit.

"They are… three." says Charly after a while, counting the remaining survivors, and excluding the other woman survivor who got killed a few moments ago by a creature from Class F. "We've lost one survivor due to an enormous creature, and we have another protecting something valuable for the community I add with that person I live in."

"Are the people inside infected?"

"No."

"Does your team have any smokers? Or people with pneumonia problems?"

"I don't think so. I am with them for at least three days."

"We will have some questions for you later." says the soldier to Charly with a smile to show he is friendly. "Now let's head from this place before another wave of zombies might show up."

Charly and with the other soldiers from this small unit, are entering the building. Upon arriving in the interior of this place who's in ruin and has a few decayed zombie corpses around, and expired food around, the soldiers see in the room the three survivors: Artur, Ebba, and Sigurd.

"Thank God." says Artur seeing the soldiers coming at them, he was about to hug them, until a soldier put out a metallic objective and is aimed to the head of Artur.

The metallic objective that soldier is at the civilian, it is a simple technological thermometer who was used at the beginning of the years 2020 when a Pandemic was taken big action on the world.

"36.9 Celsius." reports the soldier to the Leader of the unit, who is the black man.

"36.8 Celsius." says another soldier after a short time when he took the temperature of Ebba.

"37.0 Celsius." says another soldier almost at the same time as the second soldier who stated the temperature.

After the quick check, up was finished. The survivors and the military unit, are running to the base as fast they can because another wave of these things are approaching the base. This time, on a fast rate than the first one. When survivors have taken the corner, they can see the base of the squad, who is still standing, but down to this road, there are lots of zombies corpses who once were humans.

The soldiers and survivors did not pay any intention to these things, because their only goal is to get as soon as they can inside the base and prepare for the next defensive.