They waited for over an hour and it was already twelve o'clock, exactly noon. Even when the sun was beating down harshly on the fuselage, the interior of the Globemaster remained still.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Even breathing felt controlled.
Outside, the noise had changed.
Earlier, it had been constant. Clawing. Growling. Bodies slamming against metal without pause. It was chaotic, relentless, like a storm that wouldn't break.
Now it was quieter but not completely, more like reduced.
Adrian stood near the side, watching through a small reinforced window. From his angle, he could see part of the runway, the ground smeared with blood and debris from their landing.
Zombies still lingered.
Dozens of them.
But they weren't acting the same way anymore.
"They're slowing down," Ryan said quietly, stepping beside him.
Adrian nodded once.
