text: Thankfully, the seats of the helicopter are soft enough to lay on. As the sun sets, you lay down. The group agrees to taking two-hour shifts to watch for garbage people or zombies, and warn the others. You volunteer for a later spot, so you can get some rest.
  
  
  The night drags on, safe but very boring. When you wake up for your shift, it's almost light outside. 
  
  
  "Hey!" you say. "Why didn't you guys wake me up?"
  
  
  "It was my fault," says Ozzy. "I just took the whole night."
  
  
  "You shouldn't have done that," exclaims Conway. "You have to fly this helicopter!"
  
  
  "Uh, not any time soon," Ozzy says, gesturing out the window. It's true. The dead are meandering outside, not too interested in letting you get your fuel.
  
  
  "Looks like some action needs to be taken," says Matthias. "So, what's plan B?"
  > You get armed, and go outside to get the fuel
  "We shouldn't wait anymore," you say. "Let's go out, and get the fuel." The others are hesitant, but Conway takes your side immediately. 
  
  
  "We know them," Conway says. "We know how they act, how they think. They won't move anywhere until they have reason to, and that could be days. We don't have the capacity to sit and burn off our food, and then try to fly back. Let's go, and let's go now."
  
  
  After everyone has armed themselves, Conway opens the door. The first few zombies turn in your direction, but are quickly subdued by Roger. Roger's gun has a silencer, so he's the go-to shooter for the moment.
  
  
  "The fuel is over there," Roger whispers, gesturing with his gun. "If we stay tight to the tree line, we might be able to sneak past them." The team nods, and rushes to follow the orders. The dead seem to dislike the closed-in trees, and have gravitated over to the fields. By staying among the trees, you have no issues. Almost.
  
  
  As you travel, one curious zombie notices you, and starts to stir. Roger hesitates, and decides not to shoot. 
  
  
  "Just keep going," he whispers. As you walk, the zombie steps in close.
  
  
  "What the hell are you doing?" demands Conway. "Shoot it!" 
  
  
  Roger shakes his head. "Not worth the bullet," he explains, but Conway won't hear it. He draws his gun, without a silencer, and points it at the zombie. You grab him.
  
  
  "No! That's worse!" you whisper-yell. "You'll attract the whole field, and more!" Conway, of course, doesn't listen. He fires, and the zombie drops to the ground. Behind it, several heads slowly turn towards you, and you hear a low growl.
  
  
  "Run," Roger says, not bothering to whisper. The team breaks into a panic, with people struggling to get past each other. Without the cover of silence, a few start to shoot at the zombies. It almost seems like you'll be able to keep them at bay.
  
  
  "Come on!" Ozzy says. He leads the group in the direction of the fuel tanks. Unfortunately, a considerable portion of the zombies chose to stay back, and inhabit the empty lot. Now, you're sandwiched between two hordes, and you hear the familiar clicking of empty guns.
  
  
  "I'm out," says Conway, furiously pumping the trigger. 
  
  
  "Same," Roger says in dismay. "Thanks a million, Conway."
  
  
  The dead close in, and you look for a way out, a weak spot, a break in the horde, anything. But you don't see it. You go to grab for your knife, but the horde is too close. A set of jaws rips into your neck from behind.