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A military helicopter lands on an open hill near a barnyard that's still burning. Six humans get out of the helicopter after the landing, wearing heavy armor and helmets, with heavy guns like machine guns.

These six people are forming a line and heading towards the barnyard to check it out. The zombies are going after these six people in heavy armor, but they're getting obliterated quickly, and other zombies don't care. Around hundreds of these zombies were killed in a minute by six people. Hundreds of innocent bodies possessed by a virus like this who has changed the entire world.

"Sector clear!" said the leader of the squad.

"Reload!" said a member of the squad loading his machine gun in the dark like it was nothing.

"The barnyard is burning..." says a member of the squad in English British language. "Should we investigate it?"

"I am not risking a fire-resistant zombie on my face," said that person who reloaded the weapon.

"Nor a zombie horse," said another person in the group.

"We should check the area for gas," said the squad leader turning around to his teammates.

"This is our priority. Not checking every single building in this village."

"I see something," says a person from the squad, pointing at a warehouse that has its lights turned on. "We should go?"

"Let's check it," said the squad leader.

"You said we shouldn't check every single building here," said one of the squad members.

"This is an exception," said the squad leader. "Now. All on line and prepare for killing any zombies coming for us. Remember. These things smell of blood now."

The six people, with all of their weapons loaded and aligned in a formation, start to walk in a slow step toward the warehouse that is located at quite a distance from their point of landing. On their way to that warehouse, the squad manages to kill a lot of zombies that are walking and running towards the squad. One zombie even tried to jump on the group from a rooftop of a house, but he got killed by a squad member who switched to his shotgun and with one shot he made that zombie fly back and fall five steps from them on the asphalt.

The group continues to move further without stopping. When they were running out of bullets, they switched weapons that were hidden under their heavy armour like assault rifles, shotguns and submachine guns.

The group arrives in front of the warehouse, where the squad leader kicks open the main door and they start entering the place, aiming their weapons. All of them have ditched their machine guns because they have run out of bullets for their machine guns. Now they have to resort to their primary weapons.

The squad walks slower and prepared toward the hallway that leads to the cafeteria. They notice a body in the hallway, but they all ignore it. The squad of six people are opening the door of the cafeteria slowly, and then they aim their weapons.

All of the eight survivors from the cafeteria are raising their hands up, and looking scared at the group of those mysterious people.

"Identify yourself," said the leader of the squad aiming his assault rifle at Abeni.

"M-My name is Abeni." Says Abeni. "Abeni Sama. Member of the Zimbabwe National Army, sir! First Brigade, sir!"

"Abeni Sama?" asks a member of the squad, who is lowering his assault rifle, but was about to take off his mask, and his colleague aims his gun at him, making the man stop to reveal himself to Abeni. "Alright." He whispers to himself, then he looks at Abeni Sama, who is feeling confused. "I will tell you later."

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"Leave that out of the way," says the leader of the squad and aims his guns at the other people. "Is anyone of you a smoker?"

"No," responded seven survivors.

"I was," said Chidi. "But I quit five years ago. I am clean."

"With all due respect," said Akinyi. "What does this have to do with us?"

"Check their temperature." says the squad leader to one of his people, who is putting his gun down, on the table where the guns of the survivors are placed.

"Nice collection you got there." says that mysterious person peeking a bit at the table with guns, and takes from under his armor a digital thermometer that is used to check body temperature.

He turns around and walks to the group to check their body temperature. The mysterious person starts with Chidi. He checks the body temperature quick by aiming the device at the forehead, and presses the trigger, where after a few seconds a blip follows.

That heavy armour person looks at the screen and says out loud what the screen indicates.

"36.4."

"Safe," said the leader. "Now check the rest of them."

"Aye."

After a quick check up on the remaining seven survivors, which all turned out to be fine on the correct body temperature that shows they do not present any risk of getting infected with this Z virus, the people dressed in heavy armour are putting their weapons down, but they did not take off their armor and gas mask due to The Organization order to never take out the equipment in open spaces who are not decontaminated.

The six fighters are putting their weapons on the table where the ones the survivors had, and resting until sunrise comes because it is dangerous to fend off zombies in the night.

"Sir," says a fighter from The Organization. "What will we do tomorrow?"

"We'll check for gas, and we'll help our friends move to the docks," said the leader of the squad.

"Move?" asked Abeni.

"You are not going to take us?" asked Quanda confused.

"Orders are orders, ma'am," said the leader of Quanda. "Plus, the helicopter couldn't handle these many people. So, we have to get you, all eight of you, a way to move out from this god-forsaken city. Nor to the nearest port."

"And the plan is to help us get a car and go to the nearest port?"

"Not the nearest port," said the leader of the squad. "Beira. That's one of the only ports we know is still standing."

"Shit," says Eze, and he looks back at his team excited. "That was our plan too. We go to Beira and we take a boat."

"Really?" asked the leader looking at Abeni Sama."We were going to Beira because the person from a radio station from Camp Lemonier told us the place is full and we should try Europe's Island."

"That's where we are also coming from," said a person from the squad of fighters.

"Yes. We are the 1st Army Fighting Squad of Europe's Island Army," said the leader. "And you eight are in good hands. As long as all of you know how to fight."

"Oh," said Quanda. "We know how to fight."

"Really?" asked a person from the squad looking at them, sitting on a chair near his leader and another ally. "Then tell me. What was your biggest fight with a zombie?"

"The biggest fight was today. In Municipality Park, Mutare, Zimbabwe. Our people from squad killed more than a hundred zombies while Abeni was communicating with rescuers."

"Yeah," said Eze. "That was a good fight."

"We were so close to dying there," said Chimola. "But thanks to the supplies left behind, we made it."

"Mutare got overrun?" asked a person from the fighter squad who didn't listen carefully.

"Yes," said Abeni. "The outpost has fallen quickly. In just a few hours. Probably in five to seven hours. I don't even know how long it has been since this virus started."

"Which is a question that we don't even have an answer to at this moment." said another mysterious person from the squad, the one who checked their body temperature. "Sources say this virus started a long time ago. Hell. Some sources say in the years 2010 to 2020. Or maybe beyond 2000. Which means this thing, the Z virus, has existed much longer than we expected. But those are just some theories our scientists have come up with on our bases all around the world."

"Did the entire world get this virus?" asked Giconi.

"From what we know," said that person. "Not the entire world… North America, South America, Alaska, Greenland, Canada and Antarctica is safe. But we know Australia, Europe, Asia and us, Africa… Are under quarantine. But the United Kingdom and Ireland islands seem to be the only safe places from this virus."

"Americans aren't helping us?" asked Chimola. "They are supposed to be the strongest army in the world."

"They don't know," said the leader of the squad to the whole group. "They don't know this virus even exists."

"What?" asked Chidi.

"You're joking?" asks Quanda. "You say these assholes don't know about a virus spread that was alerted on the news a week ago?"

"Apparently not."

"How?" asked Quanda.

The leader shook his head, then Quanda looked at the other members of the squad, who all shook their heads. The other survivors couldn't believe that a nation, like the United States of America, South America and many others, doesn't know about the disaster that the world is facing at this moment. How dire the situation has become. And how dangerous the world has turned out in just a single week.

"We should check the zone." says the leader of the squad, raising from his seat and he goes over to the doors of the Cafeteria.

He looks at the hallway and sees zombies coming to them.

"Undeads are walking."