text: "I'm gonna make sure you guys make it on before I even think of leaving this planet!" says Will. What a guy.
  
  The 3 of you head for the terminal, where the civilians must be processed onto the dropship.
  
  You can barely even get inside it's so crowded. The whole damn city's there! The 3 of you push through the crowd to get to the processing kiosks.
  
  Suddenly, on a loudspeaker, a voice announces that the ship is launching in 5 minutes and they can only take children and women from this point on.
  
  "Shit!" you yell, "Amber, you need to get on there, now! Get in the processing line."
  
  "Forget it," she replies, "I'm not leaving you 2."
  
  "Amber," replies Will calmly, "baby, he's right. You need to go now."
  
  A tear rolls down her cheek, "I-I can't do that."
  
  Suddenly, the crowd is screaming and panicking and pushing their way deeper into the terminal away from the main doors.
  
  You look and see a huge horde of zombies pouring into the building.
  
  "Oh my God," Will says quietly and grabs your arm and Amber's and pushes through the crowd.
  
  Behind you, the zombies are having a feeding frenzy on the poor bastards that were too close to the doors. The rest of the crowd isn't so lucky, either, as countless more zombies chase them down and pull them to the ground.
  
  Soon enough, all around you, countless zombies are attacking people, tackling, pulling guts out, tearing necks open.
  
  The 3 of you book it through the enormous areas of the airport terminal, trying not to get trampled or eaten.
  
  "There!" Amber points to a maintenance door that opens towards you. You head for it and enter it. The zombies behind you slam against the door and claw at the window.
  
  You are now in a long, white hallway. It's very sterile and quiet compared to the screaming and bloodshed occurring on the other side of the door.
  
  "This hallway should take us to the runway where the dropship is," says Will.
  
  You head down the hall towards the runway. You manage to get outside and there she is! The dropship is enormous, probably capable of holding tens of thousands.
  
  Suddenly, the engines ignite and the ship takes off. Thousands of people on the runway are left behind, shrieking in panic.
  
  Then more zombies come across the runway and attack that crowd.
  
  "Let's go!" says Will. The 3 of you head for a garage where they keep the aircraft maintenance vehicles and luggage towing trucks.
  
  Inside is an old, scruffy-looking mechanic in his blue coveralls, smoking a cigar. He's sitting at his workbench with a shotgun in his lap.
  
  "You in a barn?" he asks, "Close the damn door!"
  
  You close the damn door then approach the window to see outside.
  
  "Don't do that," continues the mechanic, "Orion's usin' night vision this evenin'."
  
  "Orion's out there?"
  
  "That's right. Been killin' everybody out there. People and geezers alike. They were tryin' to keep people off the dropship at first. Then they musta got word of the geezers comin'. They left before they could be turned into supper, know what I mean? But they're watchin' us still. I can feel it, and they'll be back to finish what they started."
  
  "Why didn't you try to get on the dropship?" asks Will, "All of the airport personnel get guaranteed passage."
  
  "Thought about it. Not worth it."
  
  "Why not?" you ask.
  
  "Motion sickness. Had it since I was a little boy."
  
  Will looks at the mechanic like he has 3 heads. "What the hell kind of an excuse is that?"
  
  "Look, are we gonna sit here and chat all night, or do you wanna get the hell on outta here?"
  
  "But you just said Orion's out there," you say.
  
  "Well they ain't gonna let us stay here for long, I can guarantee you that."
  
  > leave the garage and try to escape the airport
  "We're not waiting here to die," you say, "Let's get going."
  
  So the 3 of you leave the garage and walk out onto the runway. It is completely deserted and pitch black. The majority of the zombies have moved on to find more victims elsewhere.
  
  As you make your way back to your vehicles, you spot half-eaten corpses and lone zombies wandering around.
  
  "Don't shoot them," says Will, "We can sneak past."
  
  Suddenly, when you approach the gate that leads back to the cars from the runway, the gate opens. Behind you, an Orion convoy of trucks is rumbling toward the gate!
  
  "Go-go-go!" whispers Will as the 3 of you rush behind a building.
  
  "Shit, Will," you say, "That might be our only way out."
  
  > stay hidden and let the convoy pass
  You decide that it is too risky to try to get on one of the trucks. You stay where you are and let the convoy leave the airport.
  
  "Where do you think it was going?" you ask.
  
  "Probably to their dropship downtown," replies Amber, "Doesn't matter now. We need to get to the cars...Will?"
  
  You look and Will is sitting against the wall, staring down at the ground in deep thought. He stands up and puts his arm around Amber and holds her close, "I know this situation's far from ideal, but we're all together now. We have plenty of provisions. We just need to find a place to-"
  
  Just then, the 3 of you hear the crackle of a radio. You turn around and in the distance are 3 or 4 zombies feeding on a corpse. The radio is a walkie-talkie on the belt of the corpse. As you approach it, you and William dispatch the zombies with your weapons.
  
  The corpse is an Orion soldier! The radio crackles again. On the other end is the voice of a distressed Orion soldier and lots of gunfire:
  
  "Mayday, mayday. Calling all districts. This is Delta 4-6, Seattle district. We are overrun by the contaminants, I repeat - we are overrun by the contaminants. Dropship liftoff has been terminated. The pilot and co-pilot are both deceased. I am the only one left. Please respond, over."
  
  "Orion's evacuating, too!" you say.
  
  The transmission continues:
  
  "I repeat - mayday, mayday. Calling all districts. This is Delta 4-6, are there any units still remaining on the surface? I repeat - are there any-AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!-"
  
  You hear the snarls of zombies just before the transmission cuts off, then silence...
  
  After a short while, William finally has an idea, "That dropship...in Seattle...what if we could get to it? Earth is completely abandoned - besides that convoy, we're probably the only people that heard that distress signal. That ship is waiting for us!"
  
  William kneels down and picks up the soldier's assault rifle, stands back up, and tosses his shotgun to Amber.
  
  "Grab your toothbrushes...we're going to Seattle!"
  
  > The Road to Seattle...
  The 3 of you decide it is best to investigate this dropship. Maybe it's there, maybe it isn't, but you're accomplishing nothing by staying in Pittsburgh.
  
  The 3 of you hop into your vehicle with all of the provisions and start the journey westward.
  
  What lies ahead? Where is safe? Can you really make it? Find out soon!