Port
-_-_-_-_-_-Fleur's Perspective-_-_-_-_
"Take the rope, Fleur." a woman dressed in black shorts and a shirt reaches out a different cord from the one dangling from the elevator. Judging by her outfit, the woman and her group had abruptly left their shelter and rescued us above the ground with the use of the chopper. Moments later, bombarding shells coming from the rifles, at the people at her side, fires the closest undead creatures near my vicinity. The event allowed me to close the gap to the rope and climb myself upwards and reach the safety of the surface.
Thankfully, or preferably miraculously, the bullets that they discharged and shot were not able to hit me not even once. I was amazed and baffled on how they were able to accurately aim for the zombies without shooting my figure at the centre of the pit.