Night of The Dead- Chapter 2: Introduction

The day was already drawing to an end. There I was, sitting on a chair, in front of a long table. Both red, save the steel frames. The aroma of the cup of coffee I had clad in my hands, the yellow plastic cup still warm. Behind me, the sun was already making its descent, casting a drape of orange carpet flooding into the room. My eyes ran up the wall, in search of an answer.
'7 o' clock.'
The wall was wholly white, save the decaying corners of the paint due to years of bad upkeep. It wasn't a surprise anyway. This place has been uninhabited for quite a while. The last time this place saw life, the world saw an end to bio warfare. What led to such unanimous decision, was a depressing incident that caused destruction at catastrophic proportions.

I gripped the cup's handle, and stood, pushing the chair backwards. Silence was broken with a set of loud screeching sound of steel grinding on the cement floor. I freed myself from the seating area, and proceeded towards the other side. A wide set of glass panes, stretching from one end of the hall to the other, divided only by aluminum frames.
The sky was red, as if it was on fire. Beyond the horizon, a ball of flames was almost half way behind the world. The coffee filled my mouth, taste of bitter aroma calming my mind, then ran down my throat, the warmth rather soothing.
There was nothing to be seen through the glass windows, save a desolate wasteland that stretches as far as the horizon drawed, and an approaching Gazelle Type helicopter.
'Must be the guys,' I thought to myself, as I gulped the remaining coffee down my throat.
'A total waste of good coffee, being downed in such instance.'

The helipad was at least at a measurement of 50 meters by 50 meters, running yellow lights chasing each other around the designated courses. If one could have the time to just gaze at the lights running around, he would surely find it mesmerising, as how I was when I was up there awaiting the chopper's arrival.
The helicopter landed, stirring up else settled sand and dust from the ground. I sheltered my eyes for a moment to avoid the whirlwind, and as I regained sight of the helicopter, 3 shadows emerged from the veil that hid the machine that was screaming behind. Each figure had heavy-looking cases hung from their fingers, heavy from their posture of the 'gravity-defying' like.