In the first moments of the outbreak Los Santos Airport was overly filled with people. It was already a busy day at the Terminal, considering several flights were being delayed due other airports shutting down, unbeknownst to local staff what the true reason is. Weirdly, this place has become one that got through the initial chaos and held so well, despite the fact that it was filled with people and ultimately had almost zero chances of standing.
Haley Louella, the Duty Security Manager of Los Santos Airport started her shift at four in the morning, while it was still pitch dark outside. The Terminal, and the whole airport was illuminated well. No plane should ever get damaged at the airport. The business runs on time, if there are any prolonged delays the costs are tremendous. She always looked for reasons of how things are. Some explanations she appreciated, such as having her request of her staff's salary increased denied. "Low wages create loyalty." The Chief Executive Officer's words a week ago.
Haley finished her second coffee while she had a brief meeting with the morning shift supervisors when a young woman in skinny jeans walked inside with two policemen.
"I am Agent Sydnie from the Federal Investigations. Mrs. Louella, we have a very special request from you today."
In the next twelve minutes Luella drank four cups of coffee, peeled off a layer of skin around her fingernails and questioned her religion more times than ever in her life. The videos Sydnie showed proved everything she said and the CCTV monitors showed how the crowd at the airport grew wary and uneasy. It got public.
"We don't have any more time to waste. We must go under lockdown immediately." Sydnie said.
Under Luella's and Sydnie's leadership Transport Security Agency, local law enforcement and airline customers executed the swiftest reaction to the apocalypse. They had set up a perimeter around the airport, as well as a system of checkpoints to ensure that only authorized personnel were allowed in. They had also sent out a warning to all travelers to stay away from the airport unless absolutely necessary.
The sun was rising on the horizon, casting a deep orange glow. The small fortification had been hastily built in the weeks since the zombie outbreak had begun. Steel walls surrounded the compound, and guards had been posted in each corner. Inside the walls were a few repurposed areas, a couple of tents, and a large stockpile of weapons and supplies.
The group of survivors had been able to secure the fortification from the zombie hordes, and had been able to hold out for the past two weeks. Although they had been able to keep the undead at bay, food and supplies were running low, and morale was beginning to wane.
Sydnie was determined to hold onto the fortification at all costs. She had organized a long term defense plan - and had appointed a team of militia to venture outside. The group of survivors had managed to keep the undead at bay, but the zombie hordes seemed to be growing in numbers in the city. Everyone knew that they needed to take drastic measures if they were going to survive. Sydnie and Luella called a meeting of the survivors and announced their plan. They proposed that they construct a series of defensive gates at the Terminal's entrances. These walls would be made of wires, reinforced with steel. They would be tall enough to keep the zombies out, and strong enough to withstand their attacks, as long as they kill the zombies from the safe side of the fence.
The group of survivors now had a fighting chance at surviving the zombie onslaught. For several days, the fortification held out against the zombie hordes. The survivors were able to keep them at bay, but the food and supplies were running low.
The militia tasked with scavenging ventured out into the city, and after several days nobody returned. The survivors rebelled against the two women, in which many people died or escaped, leaving the microcity with about a hundred people for the upcoming years.