The helicopter was hovering over the rooftop, swaying slightly in the wind.
I yelled up at them as they lowered the rope ladder, my voice lost in the roar of the motors, the rush of the wind, and the earplugs they were wearing.
After a few moments, they began to pull the ladder up. I grabbed it, intent on pulling it down so they'd wait, but instead they flew off, forcing me to climb up towards them.
I had hoped to wait for at least one of my fellow zombies to get up with me but I did my best.
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