Pandora embraced the silence as the sun quickly approached the western horizon.
Its golden hue reflected over Dmitri's sullen face. On the ground, corpses of the special zombies were gathered. Limbs thrown wherever they fit. Heads leaning on angles that were borderline impossible of the reality. Torsos twisted in what way it pleased.
"Echo Actual, this is Echo Two. Do you copy?"
Dmitri reached for his communications device; his gaze fixed intently on the pit.
"Give me a sitrep, Echo Two."
"Southern portion has been scoured. No signs of HVT or zeds. We got some large footprints though. Might be Big Foot's lair."
"Copy, Echo Two. RTB in five minutes. Sun's going low."
"Roger your last. Echo Two, out."
Radio turned silent. Dmitri turned to the group of Army Soldiers, arms full of zombie corpses brought from the distance.
"Burn them down once all corpses are gathered. We don't want any infection going around here."
"Yes, platoon leader."
