The helicopter had attracted attention, and not just the attention of the living impaired, some survivours in a nearby hanger, one of which was one of the workers on the tarmac of the airport, and in charge of the fuel trucks, came to help with refueling. "We wont be able to take everyone at once, so we'll be ferrying everyone....to wherever we find, until then we'll probably borrow your hanger as a safehouse" Bryce said. The leader of the survivor group nodded as the helicopter was refueled. Just then two separate radio calls came through one after the other. The first was from some military guys across the Potomac from them at Joint Base Anacosta-Bolling offering them safe haven in return for help with search and rescue operations, and medical assistance. Bryce agreed, and got to preparing the first load of passengers, all the while looking at the gunners dropping any undead that approached. The second was from a fellow officer, which caused Bryce to quickly grab the radio. "Trooper Ackerman, this is flight paramedic and pilot Bryce Fletcher of the Maryland State Police and Air National Guard, it's a shame you may not be able to make it to the airport, we'll be heading towards Joint Base Anacosta-Bolling I'm sure the soldiers at the gates will let you in if you make it before us, we'll see you there if it comes to it" he said. "Contact, large hoard, coming from the terminal! They seem to have been awoken by something!" one of the guards yelled. "I see them, ETA around 20 minutes, unless they see us and then probably less" the sniper medic said. "Well, guess you gotta make sure they don't, and everyone else work faster" Bryce said. The sniper medic picked off any and all walkers that seemed to look towards them, including the odd Howler or Screamer.