The Eve Of Battle (3)

"Everyone, move out!"

Following a reverberating shout, the rumbling sounds of engines followed along with the sound of something heavy moving.

A convoy of vehicles exited the small airport and started cruising along the road that's full of mess with papers and plastic wrappers flying around, and abandoned cars pushed to the side.

Under the watch of the two Pelicans flying in the skies, the Scorpion Tank was on the lead of the convoy, with anything in its way being crushed to pieces.

"Damn, I'd like to ride on that thing someday" one of the newly recruited survivors said, his voice filled with longing.

Along the road, zombies who were attracted towards the commotion gathered towards them, but they were quickly picked off by the experienced survivors, while those lone mutated zombies were taken care of by the soldiers.