"I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day" The Rolling Stones
As they started to head home, the radar started to beep. It was showing a distress becon had been activated inside the city.
"Captain Daniels wants us to check this out" the pilots voice cracked over the headset. Nodding his head he called over to the others and informed them. "City sweep no land unless survivors are found, I repeat no land" flying into the city was a dangerous task, even with trained men and gun ships. The city had been cut off for over six months as far as anyone at the base knew there wasn't a living person left there. When the infection first hit, it washed over the city in a matter of hours leaving nothing but the infected and destruction in it's wake.
The flight path was already laid out to where the becon was coming from, they made sure to stay high, and away from any high-rise buildings. In and out was the main goal here, if the becon had been set off by survivors then by now they would have gotten the prerecord message to turn on the infrared strobe and wait. Two blocks from the sorce of the becon they saw the stobe, switching to thermal vision they saw that there were in fact five survivors hidding on the roof of a broken down garage.
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