"Save me! Save me!" the entangled pilot shouted desperately to his comrades, his voice pleading and his eyes expressing the desperation of a convict facing execution, looking to his savior.
He yelled, distinctly feeling the Level 6 zombie at the end of his tongue salivating over him, which only added to his panic.
Yet, his comrades completely ignored him, as if they couldn't hear his screams at all, and continued to retreat towards Cloud Gorge Base.
"Fighter No.2, Fighter No.31 has crashed and is requesting support, should we take action?"
"Forget about him, let's retreat first, it'll be too late otherwise." The soldier on Fighter No.2 said mercilessly, his words devoid of any emotion.
Just as the soldier on Fighter No.2 had spoken these words, a noisy static "zzzz" came from the still operational telecom on the fighter, soon followed by a man's voice: "Griffin Team, immediately cease your actions! Without headquarters' permission, you are not to retreat!"
"What?"