Day two back in the city.

It's friday feb.20 6:24 pm.. today i drove around the areas where the chopper may have come down... slowly creeping around abandoned or wreaked vehicles in the modified land rover I had found a year before... the snow drifts towered over the rover along the south side of Portage ave. due to the strong northern winds and months with no snow plow trucks... the third and final area of the day seemed to show signs of being the right place.. with the tail of a green sea king helicopter sitting on its' right side poking out of a huge hole 14 floors above the street... I got out of the rover and closed the door quietly.. I took out my USP 9mm and scanned the area for any signs of gangs or snipers... for the moment it was clear a sniper was in the area but not for a few days... a few bodies lay crumpled on the road side... they showed no signs of infection as well as far as I know zombies can't survive the freezing temperatures outside nor can they carry weapons... I moved quickly to the lobby to find it warm but the smell of death and rot stung my nostrils through my mask... I pressed the call button to the elevators with my gun ready but nothing was in the life when the doors opened.. i opened the roof hatch and pressed the 13th floor button then climbed up to the roof.. it was a long boring ride to the 13th floor... I watched from the roof as the doors opened and a zombie fell in onto its' face... as it tried to get up i forced open the 14th floor door to find the body of the helicopter resting on it's side in front of me... the pilots lifeless and limp still strapped into their seats... one had a bullet hole through his left eye and the other seemed to have died from the crash also holding a Glock 17 in his frozen right hand.. I looked inside the downed bird finding a crate of .223 ammo, 3 boxes of 9mm, and a single box of shotgun rounds... searching the pilots I found a map with all of the main camps set up by the military.. they must have been heading to the closest one 27 km outside city limits... a hand written note from my friend Andrew told of all 9 passengers survived the crash but the pilots didn't... it also stated that one pilot started attacking the other and was shot but not before the chopper clipped a radio tower during the fight causing it to spin out and land in the building... the note ended with them thinking about heading south to my parents house in St.vital because of the heavy doors and reinforced barred windows... I don't think he thought anyone would find the note let alone me finding it... if they are at the house then they will be safe... I hope they are... I took only the 9mm ammo and the box of shotgun rounds and I wish I could have taken the crate but I needed my free hand for my USP... i called the lift to the 14th floor and was ready to pop the zombie that was in there from before... doors opened it lunged.. the usp jumped to life as the walking corps caught 2 rounds to the right eye and forehead... as the doors closed i hopped back onto the roof and headed back to the lobby... once down in the warm lobby i ran to my land rover parked on the sidewalk.... the sky was darker and had begun snowing large white flakes... i was heading home to find my friends.