"Yes but don't expect to find the perfect haven the first night," Colin said as he looked around at the rusted planes aligning the runway. This used to be a civilian airport, but once the aliens attacked it was turned into a military outpost. If the sanctuaries weren't doubled as the military's barracks, many others in the sanctuary would have died. Their surroundings were disheartening to look at, but this area had been hit pretty hard towards the end of the "war," if you wanted to call it that; it was more of an extermination. Surely, there were better locations out there because he knew there were other survivors out here; there had to be.

He had been tense the moment they exited the tunnels and were halfway across the runway when he heard something rattle to his right, almost making him jump out of his skin. He aimed his pistol in the direction of the noise, but it was only a starved rat as it jumped out of a small cart that he believed was a "golf cart."

"One of those planes would make a good shelter, if the air in this place was clean," he muttered through the gas mask as he took out a device that measured the chemical potency in the air. He winced when the meter ticked quickly, signalling just how bad this area was. Would all the places be lie this? He was starting to think this was a very bad idea...