Rellik led me down the street and into an alley, stopping at a huge shipping container. "Where are we going, Rellik?" I asked. He opened the doors, revealing a motorcycle with a two-up seat. After wheeling it out, he hopped onto the front.

  I stood there hesitating until Rellik chuckled, "Well, come on Jason." I climbed on behind him, and he revved the engine. "Here we go!" he shouted as we sped into the streets, passing several zombies. I could feel the wind whipping through my hair.

  "Hey, du rebellischer Abschaum, h?r auf, rüber zu ziehen!" a voice boomed from behind. A jeep was gaining on us.

  "Go faster, Rellik!" I urged. As we accelerated, I pulled out my handgun and shot at the jeep, but the bullets just ricocheted off.

  "Jason, there!" Rellik shouted, nodding toward an upcoming billboard. As we passed under it, I shot at its supports. It crashed down onto the jeep, causing a massive explosion. Two motorcycles emerged from the flames, their riders firing MP5s at us.

  Rellik spotted a fuel truck ahead. One soldier got behind us. "Get closer to it," I said. As we passed the truck, I shot at it just as the pursuing soldier drew near. The explosion engulfed his motorcycle in flames.

  The second soldier pulled alongside us. We aimed our weapons at each other, but neither fired. Suddenly, he stopped and dismounted. "Rellik, stop," I said.

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  The soldier removed his helmet, threw down his gun, and drew a combat knife. Tears streamed down his face as he took a fighting stance.

  "I think he wants to fight hand to hand," I said, dropping my gun. "Give me your knife," I asked Rellik.

  As I approached the soldier, he screamed, "He promised we'd be safe! No harm would come to us!"

  "Who did?"

  "The general said me and my brother would be safe if we helped take down the rebels. But now thanks to you, he's dead—the one person I cared about, the one I promised we'd make it out alive!"

  "You don't have to do this," I pleaded.

  "There's no other way," he charged, pinning me down and trying to drive his knife into my chest. I grabbed his hands, struggling to hold him back.

  "I'm sorry, Mark," he whispered. I managed to get my legs against his chest and kicked him off. He landed with a thud.

  "Good job, hero," he said weakly, pulling the knife from his own chest. Blood poured out as he collapsed.

  "The whole army is collapsing," Rellik observed, helping me up. He pointed to a huge metal building. "The armory's right there."

  We approached the building, finding a wooden box against the fence. Rellik pushed it aside to reveal a hole in the wall. We crawled through into a room lined with shelves and boxes. Rellik opened one containing documents.

  "Documents about the guns," he said, handing me a paper. I read aloud: "Faula-waffe experimental railgun designed to puncture through rebel defenses. Soon to be issued to the brutes. But for now it is attached to helicopter bird wing number 606."

  I handed the paper back to Rellik. "We need to find that helicopter."