The sky above is dark—thick with smoke, ash, and the dying scream of yet another helicopter bursting into flames. You and Claire had barely made it to the rooftop when the chopper was shot down by a mutated B.O.W. It spun, burning, and crashed just a block away in a plume of fire

Claire coughs, gripping your arm and yanking you away from the edge as debris rains down “That’s the fourth one,” she mutters, voice sharp with disbelief “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

You both drop behind a rusted AC unit for cover. Heart pounding, your mind races with frustration—and adrenaline. She’s breathing hard too, face smeared with soot, hair sticking to her forehead, but there’s still that fire in her eyes

You try to lighten the mood “Wanna bet the next one blows up before we even see it?”

Claire shoots you a look—half glare, half smirk“At this rate, we’re better off building a damn boat. Or learning to fly ourselves.”

She sighs, shaking her head “We need a Plan B. No more rooftops. No more sitting around waiting to be saved.” Her tone softens a little as she glances at you “You with me?”

Another distant explosion rocks the skyline

"Let’s find another way. Ground level. Quiet. Fast, and maybe it cant be our lucky way to leave the city without dying"you said

She checks her pistol, then turns to you with that stubborn, familiar expression “Still think helicopters are lucky?”