It seemed that everyone was out for blood.
The infected humans that milled about the streets and his own people that wanted to see them dead- Even in their poor state of mind the zombies seemed to have some sense of self preservation. Like predators that found themselves prey to a greater beast they had skirted out of sight when the ship descended upon their streets. Rax had in turn ducked back into an alley as the armored forms appeared down the ramp, ’armed to the teeth’ as the humans would say. One ill footed zombie decided to rush their emerging ranks and was blasted- bursting apart to a fine powder. He edged further down the alleyway keeping his sights forward until he heard the throb of footsteps from the opposite direction. He turned in time to see a girl speed past the alleyway. It wasn’t with the gaunt that he had accustomed to zombies.

Zombies. The humans had named them long before they were a real thing. All over the media, science fiction, horror flicks- it wasn’t a term he had come up with on his own. They were a gruesome sort and that was at the fault of his race who’s virus had not acted in accordance to their studies and instead damaged the mind and contaminated the body. Rax thought it was reversible though (to a certain point) but wasn’t so sure if there would be memory loss… Either way he needed to find humans that were not yet a part of this faction. So he tailed the one that passed him by. She appeared to be in such a tizzy to pay little mind to anything around her.

Over the fence and onto the runway. He caught a glimpse of her disappearing into one of the planes and hurried after. He rattled the outer latch and shoved with his shoulder but it refused to give. He stepped backwards with a wary glance over his shoulder at the zombies gathering upon the pavement- dazed and momentarily oblivious. He knew his kind did not generally appeal to the zombies by scent but then that didn’t mean they wouldn’t rush him if they were desperate. “Hello!” He called, leaning over the ramp to peer into one of the small square windows. Grime had darkened the glass and he could scarcely make out the seats so he could say nothing of the girl. “Hey! Come on!” He shifted impatiently, the racket he was making drawing the sights of several zombies. He banged his palm against the door “Let me in!”