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the
outback.
    Drake
calling for an extraction. Over and over.
    No response.
    We had been
left for dead.
    The man, the
corpse chuckled. "You already know, don’t you?"
    "Know what?"
    "You already
know they’ve left. There is no extraction. Command is not responding. They’re
falling back. They’re pulling out. You already know. And you already know what
comes next."
    "An
airstrike," I whispered.
    "Yeah.
That’s right. They’re gonna burn this city. They’re gonna burn it to the
ground." He pointed with his one good arm to a spare ammo mag. "You might wanna
save the last one."
    I made my
way back to Maria, trying desperately to focus.
    Come on
Kenji. Switch on.
    This is no
time to check out.
    You need to
protect Maria at all costs.
    Get it
together.
    We’re gonna need a bigger boat
    I made it back to the boat. Maria was waiting for me. She was anxious.
    "What the
hell is going on in there?" she said, asking about the city and the noise, the
fire fight and the explosions.
    "The
military are falling back," I said. "They’re trying to take out as many
infected as possible."
    "So what do
we do? We can’t just stay here. We’re too exposed."
    "I’m not sure.
I’d say the infected are chasing the military. And this might actually work in
our favor. It could give us a chance to find a new hiding spot. A new building.
One of the sky scrapers would be ideal. We could get up nice and high. Make
sure it’s secure."
    The gunfire
continued to intensify. I concentrated on the different noises. The different
weapons.
    M4. M60.
    50cal.
    Mortar
rounds.
    RPG’s .
    Apache
attack helicopters. Firing every last one of their hellfire missiles.
    Hydra rocket
pods.
    It was an
impressive display of firepower. And it was about to get a whole lot more
impressive. In the distance, we could hear the all too familiar sound of jet
engines. The soldiers on the ground were getting even more aerial support.
Maybe getting to a skyscraper was pointless, I thought to myself. If they kept
up this rate of fire, they would reduce this city to rubble.
    "Kenji, are
you even listening to me?" Maria said.
    "Huh? What?"
    "I asked you
a question. Where should we go?"
    "Sorry. I
was just…" I trailed off as I looked up to the sky. It took me a few seconds
but I finally saw them. Three F22 raptors. And two A10 bombers. They were flying
in perfect formation. Circling the city. They appeared to be in a holding
pattern.
    "Well?"
    "I don’t
know," I finally said.
    "What do you
mean? You’re the soldier! You need to make a decision. I can’t do this. I
can’t. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know why or how I’m even still
alive."
    She broke
down then. I can’t blame her. She had been through a lot.
    "Maria,
listen to me."
    She kept
crying.
    I grabbed
her by the shoulders. "Listen to me."
    But she kept
crying. And in the distance the shelling intensified. The military were tearing
this city apart.
    I hugged
her. And at that moment I felt like we were in some sort of storm, the eye of a
hurricane. It was weird and terrifying and surreal.
    We were
alone in this huge city. Home to millions of people. It was now a warzone. And
all those people were dead. Or soon to be. This picturesque, iconic harbor was supposed
to be a tourist hot spot for crying out loud. Maria was breaking down right in
front of me. She was falling apart. And I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to
keep her together. I wasn’t even sure if I had the strength to keep myself
together.
    High above
us I saw the Raptors and the A10’s follow the main harbor back out to sea.
    "Listen to
me," I whispered. "We have to be honest with each other, OK? It’s the only way
we’re going to survive this. We have to talk to each other. We have to keep
each other sane. I’m being honest with you when I say; I don’t know what to do.
Because honestly, I have no freakin idea what to do. There’s a huge force of
soldiers and tanks and choppers only a few blocks away. They’re being chased