The pain starts to grow as time goes by. I don't think we'll survive, but there's still hope...

We can't do anything from here, in this gun shop while there's thousands of zombies outside. Just as we were about to just give up, we hear a chopper from afar. As it got closer, Daisuke went upstairs and onto the rooftop to check. It was one of the rescue choppers! They called out for any survivors and to give them a sign. Hana found a gas tank and I pulled out a match from my pocket that I used to smoke my cigarette. We brought it to the roof, Hana threw the gas tank off the roof, and as it hits the floor, it starts to leak. Then I struck the match and threw it at the same position of the gas tank. It started a huge fire, burning tons of zombies. As the chopper notices, it attempts to fly toward us. As we wait, we try to hold off all the zombies as possible.

The chopper landed on the roof, waiting for us to get on, when all of a sudden a zombie climbed into the chopper and bit one of the pilots. The other pilot quickly punched the zombie in the face and as the bitten pilot faded as he loss a ton of blood, he kicked him out of the chopper and onto the ground. The chopper attempts to fly, but it ran out of fuel. We went back down to look for some more of those gas tanks, and sure enough we found one. As we got back up, the pilot called us over and hurry. As we poured the whole gas tank into the chopper's tank, a zombie jumped out and bit the pilot's shoulder. He quickly shook it off and kicked him off the roof. As the last drop went into the chopper, we hopped on the chopper and we lifted off and flew away from the fiery hell. We flew over Japan, taken to a safe place where there are no infections...

I've had past fears of flying in a chopper and I just hope that the chopper doesn't turn into a zombie anytime soon or... the chopper doesn't...