The whirring sound was faint at first, until it eventually grew louder. The rotor blades rotated steadily as the helicopter flew, approaching the neighborhood.
Lucille looked up from where she sat, watching as the ceiling lamp trembled slightly. Beside her, Arthur reached for the machete again, despite knowing there should be no danger anymore.
"Let's check it out. I think they'll announce something."
Arthur gestured at the windows, now obscured by the thick curtain. Lucille nodded, then helped her father stand. As they stood before the windows, they peeked through the gap between the curtains.
A gray military helicopter hovered above the neighborhood, flying slowly. The sound thundered through the sky, rattling the glass panes.
The loud sound attracted the zombies. They staggered on the streets; some had even stopped from tearing into their victims' flesh. Like the survivors, they gazed at the helicopter.
