The door had just been broken down by the zombies. The men ran to the opposite end of the roof. The helicopter was coming closer but very slow it seemed like.

“We need to get their attention! Charles, get a mirror out of the survival bag, now!”

Charles went as fast as he could go while the four others and Tank fought off the zombies. Charles was in the zone. He put all the focus into finding the mirror, because he trusted his friends to keep him safe during his task. He found the mirror rather quickly.

“Guys, I got it!” yelled Charles sounding surprised that he actually found it

“Ok! Now go to the side of the building and try to get their attention by flashing the mirror at them, and please do it quickly!” yelled Jack while fighting off zombies.

Charles ran as fast as he could to the edge which wasn’t more than 50 feet away. He held the medium sized mirror above his head and began to wave it around. He did this for roughly 30 seconds before he saw the helo change directions and begin to head towards the rooftop they were on.

“Guys, he’s on his way over here and we still don’t know if he’ll kill us or rescue us. We will find out really soon,” yelled Charles over the loud fighting.

He didn’t hesitate to jump in and help the fighting. He went back to his bag, grabbed his weapon and jumped right in. At this time it was right above their heads. All of a sudden out of nowhere a long stream of bullets shot down just past their heads to the stairwell at the zombies. They all looked up and saw the helicopter shooting down and their jaws dropped in awe. It came closer to the roof maintaining the stream of bullets as a rope ladder dropped down.

“Let’s go guys!” yelled David as loud as he could, though he was very sure no one heard him.

They climbed up the ladder as fast as they could and then the helicopter began it’s journey through the air again. It was almost simultaneously, they all were knocked out like a sack of potatoes.

They were still in the helicopter but weren’t moving. A strange man walked over, “My name is Jeff and that’s what I’ll be called,” said the man in a deep Texan accent. “Where are y’all from and most importantly, what in the hell are y’all doing on the roof of that building?”

“Sir, my name is Jack, that’s Cole, Thomas, David, and Charles. We began our journey in Utah. After that we went to Colorado, then on a road trip up to Alaska we spent a few years there and went on another road trip and we ended up here.”

“Well, I’ll ask you more questions later, but until then goodnight,” and one by one each was kicked and knocked out cold.