Re: Nigeria, Africa.
Once the support came in, Roger covered his head to shield himself from the debris resulting from the explosions. 'Even after 'bargaining' my body, I still have chopper support? How convenient.' he thought. Then, with the three infected left, Roger knew they stood no chance against him. He leaped from behind the counter, performing a roll on the ground as he bashed away the gun of the closest infected that was about to shoot him, before gripping him from behind in a lock, knocking one of his legs off balance, using him as a shield while the two remaining infected opened fire on their own ally, killing it in the process.
Unfortunately for them, they had to reload. Roger took advantage of this, throwing his knife at full speed towards the closest infected's head, impaling it, and causing it to grip it's head in pain. Roger then aimed his magnum at the other infected, releasing a loud boom from the weapon, instantly killing it. Then, he focused his intention on the last infected; Roger charged at the monster, before making a small hop through the air, foot first, and slammed his boot against the ground of the blade still lodged within it's head, erupting it into a messy explosion.
Roger walked over to where his knife lay on the ground, picking it up, and wiping it on his robe to clean it, before casting a glance to the dryad as he pulled his radio to his face. "Helen, good news," he said sarcastically, "We just lost a chopper to flying varmints. Anything that travels too slow in the air will likely be attacked by strange... Bat things."