T3T6 part 6: Crash

We left Cybernetics Research Corporation's armory for a safe house south of our country, it would be estimated to take about seven hours. During the journey we encountered several interference which lead us to another small group of survivors. They were stuck in an apartment with thirty stories high. They were of course, at the highest level, defending themselves with homemade weapons and defenses. There were five of them, three adults, one teenager and one child. So we decided to save them. As the helicopter descended, the child was grabbed by a zombie when he was standing by the place where they defended against the zombies, as the child was taken, an adult quickly tried to grab the child but it was all a failure, the child was bitten. They left the child there as we were screaming to bring him on board as we have the cure. Suddenly his eyes turned dark red, his body shivering, his fingers changing, his mouth muttering, his legs slowly moving, he was a zombie.

"That ain't possible right?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah. The transformation should be a slow process." answered Danial.

"Probably they mutated." I answered them, both.

Everyone looked at me, and the pilot as well. I gave them my puzzled look saying, "What?" Then we took off, we were about another one and a half hours away from the safe house when the helicopter runs out of fuel.

"How is that possible?!" I asked the pilot.

"I don't.....I don't know. We had full tank before we left the armory." he replied me in shock.

"Probably we hovered too long?" the co-pilot answered.

We all stared at him. Could be true. It was a Bell helicopter, isn't made to hover, it is made to fly around blasting enemies up. The hovering took about five percent of the fuel, now the fuel indicator is pointing at empty. We had no choice.

"I'm gonna try and land on a high rise building." the pilot said.

"No!" I replied. "Land us on the ground, the high rise might come crashing down. Its better to land on land as it is secured and would be easy for us to regroup."

"Okay, okay." the pilot said.

The fuel indicator beeped. We were doomed.

"Emergency landing commenced!" the pilot screamed to us at the back. "Brace yourselves for hard landing!"

I held onto Cindy's hand, she looked at me, tears in her eyes. "We're not going to die." I whispered to her. She smiled and closed her eyes. I watched as the helicopter plummet down thirty stories high. Before it reached the fifth storey I screamed with my lungs,"JUMP!"

We jumped. All of us. But as we jumped, the helicopter blade was right on top of Alex. As the helicopter crashed I watched in horror as the blade slammed into him like throwing him onto a concrete wall at more than one hundred miles an hour! I heard cracks on him and his last words were "Uh." Then he did not move an inch. As the helicopter crashed, Jennifer did not jump as she was afraid of heights. We did not know that by the way, and the roof of the helicopter crushed her like she was a sandwich. Two of the survivors we saved also died, one was crushed by the helicopter as he jumped out he slipped and fell beside the helicopter but, as the helicopter fell it went directly on top of him, crushing his upper body, he died on the spot. The other jumped too late, and so as she jumped, the helicopter crashed. Killing her instantly. We were stunned to the casualties that were inflicted on our group. Now there's left Cindy, Danial, Amanda, the two pilots, the two survivors which survived and me. Eight of us, proceeding to the safe house by foot, or by any means necessary, or possible. We of course went on foot, searching for a suitable car or jeep to fit the eight of us on board, probably, an armored truck.

And just as though luck was at our side, we found an armored truck just a few meters away from the crash site. Well, of course we buried the dead, and hope they won't rise again. We hopped into the truck and the pilot took control of the vehicle, while the co-pilot directed and explained to us about the Kevlar armors, the rifles and so on. He put me in the position of second in command as I knew more military crap than the rest. So we got into the truck. The pilot sped off into the direction of the safe house as it was his directive. As we sped off into the afternoon, the weather begun to change. Dark clouds begin to settle down in front of us, as though the evil is at work. Still we continued our journey. And true to the weather it begun to rain, heavily. It was another four hours drive away. We need to refuel the truck as it is running out of gas. We stopped by a gas station around the corner. The pilot pumped fuel as me and the co-pilot guard the area. We were carrying suppressed M4 Carbines. While refueling, the ground shook as though an earthquake was happening. Suddenly out in the front, about ten to twelve cars away we saw a giant zombie. It totally freaked all of us out. The pilot hurried to fuel as me and the co-pilot started to open fire at the monster. It was in broad daylight and we heard, the screams of zombies coming from behind it. We are in hell....

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T3T6 Part 5: Cybernetics Rotary Commision Archives

The Jeep sped off into the evening. We knew, it is time to get some cure and head on to a safe house, south of our country. But we were travelling north for the cure, or serums. We hurried ourselves as the night slowly falls in. It was about a two hour trip to a secured location, we hope we don't run into any trouble on the way, as we've seen mutated zombies in the city we left. It all looked hideous. And some of it smells, like very gross, disgusting smell. We do not know why but strangely these kind of zombies are much more aware of their situation compared to the others. So we tend to move quietly behind them, usually around them to avoid getting detected.

Finally we reached our destination, strangely the road was clear, the trouble is to find the exact location. We moved silently, one cover front, one cover back, one cover middle, while the girls move in the middle. I signaled them to hold, meaning squatting down and remain silent, but aware. I signaled them to hold position, signalling my hand gestures. They hold the position while I checked the perimeter. I moved closer towards the door. the darkness crept me in. It was enough creepy with the zombies around but the location makes it even worse. I approached the door and suddenly out of nowhere I heard a command, "Who's there?! Friend or foe?"

"FRIEND!" I screamed back, as fast as I could. Because you wouldn't know that if a fraction of a second they would fire on you.

"Company?"

"Squad." I replied.

"Battalion?"

"None." I answered.

"Guild?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Hold your fire. Opening doors, bring your squad in soldier."

"Roger mate, thanks."

I signaled my friends to join me as soon as possible. They quickly rushed to my side. Then the doors opened. I saw military personnel standing guard readying to fire. Once they saw us they went on ease. The door shut quickly.

"Welcome. I'm General Shep, Commanding orders from the

Government. What do you guys need here?"

"Finally some humans." muttered Cindy.

"We're here for the cure, a serum."

"Cure? Serum?" the General replied me puzzled. "What serum?"

"The cure to the T3T6 virus outbreak." I replied.

"Never heard of it here." he replied me.

"We read it, it was a classified file. And by the way, Government has abandoned their post. The place is empty, wrecked with blood stains and bullet holes and shells." I explained to him.

"Get me Corporal Jen." the General said to his assistant.

"Roger, sir." the assistant replied gesturing his hand to salute.

"Quickly." he replied short. "Now. Did it state where the serums were?" he continued.

"No sir, we have to find it."

He took out his walkie-talkie and said, "Attention all off duty soldiers, get your gear and prepare for Operation Search in t-minus five."

Instantly we heard the so called 'base' getting alive and noisy. Soldiers were getting their gears, equipping themselves with rifles and ammunition. In less than five minutes they were ready. The General then made an announcement and asked the soldiers to search for doors which are locked, sealed, on the floor, hidden, anything that may be a potential to store the serums.

"How long were you all here?" I asked the General.

"About two months before the accident." he replied. "We were supposed to guard the ammunition and weapons stored in the floors of this base." he continued after a pause.

"Whoa, in the meantime you guys are defending the serums too." I said. " Didn't they inform you about the serums?"

"Nope." came his reply. "I have three choppers and one Chinook, you guys want to follow us after we get everything here?"

"We need to get to south as we heard there is a safe house there, the entire island is a safe house, or so we heard." I explained to him.

"GOT IT SIR!" came a voice from the walkie-talkie, "Sect C, Room 111."

We rushed to the location and found a door sealed from the outside. There were CCTV cameras monitoring the door.

"Private, blast this door." the General gave his order.

"Roger sir."

"BOOM"

Inside was what the classified file wrote, there were huge crates written T3T6 Cure/Serum (i093;ca022).

"Sir, you called me?" came the Corporal.

"Yes Corporal. Did you intercept any messages from Base?"

"Negative sir."

"Okay son, now get troops here and move this crates to the choppers. We're out of here." the General said to the Corporal, giving him orders.

They loaded the helicopters with as many crates as they could. Then he commanded a squad, known as "The Expendables." The squad was a man of seven, with a Squad leader and an assistant for second in command. They were told to defend the crates until help arrives, within a twelve hour period.

We gathered on a helicopter meant for us, together with two pilots. They were supposed to drop us at the entrance of the safe house all the way at the south of our current location. We hopped into the chopper and that was where we all lift off for south. I was given an M4A1 Carbine with custom Holographic scope, all the guys. The girls were given sub machine guns.

The time it would take to arrive at the safe house was seven hours.

*Note:The above story is absolutely fiction and does not involve anyone, dead or alive. The story is 100% copyrighted and should not be reproduced in any form by any means possible. Thank you and enjoy reading.
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