The chopper hummed through the sky, slicing through the thick air of death and decay. Below them, the city was a nightmare made real. Once-bustling streets were now choked with overturned cars, bodies, and fires that cast eerie shadows against crumbling buildings. People—no, not people anymore—staggered through the streets, their eyes pools of blood, their jaws snapping mindlessly as they hunted for the living.
As the helicopter passed overhead, the infected turned their faces upward, their grotesque expressions twisted in hunger. Their hands, some broken and bent at unnatural angles, reached for the sky, as if they could pluck the aircraft from above with sheer desperation.
