Rise of The Unseen

The Helicopter

Underneath the gentle canopy of trees, the morning sunlight filtered through the foliage, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. The tranquility of their makeshift camp was interrupted only by the crackling of the campfire and the soft rustling of leaves in the morning breeze.

The group awoke to this serene setting, slowly emerging from their tents, rubbing sleep from their eyes as they embraced the crisp morning air. Daniel, Benny, Lucas, Jessica, and Marta exchanged faint smiles, relishing the temporary respite from their strenuous journey.

The atmosphere was quiet and calm, the usual sense of unease and tension momentarily suppressed by the comforting surroundings. They began to prepare breakfast, their movements synchronized in a practiced routine.

Just as the aroma of cooking food began to permeate the air, breaking the early morning silence, the tranquility shattered. The distant but unmistakable sound of a helicopter rotor blade pierced through the peaceful ambiance, gradually growing louder and more intrusive.

Confusion etched itself across their faces. The sound was incongruous with their secluded environment. The helicopter's roar became more pronounced, drowning out the calming rustle of leaves and disrupting the stillness of the moment.

Eyes widened in alarm, the group paused, exchanging startled glances. Marta gestured urgently for everyone to duck behind the trees, a wordless signal of caution and readiness. They gathered near the treeline, their hearts racing as they scanned the skies for the source of the escalating noise.

The sky, painted in shades of morning hues, was clear and blue, devoid of any visible aircraft. Yet, the deafening noise persisted, the helicopter seemingly drawing closer before abruptly veering away, gradually fading into the distance.

As the helicopter's thunderous roar dissipated into the distance, the group remained huddled among the trees, tension palpable in the air. Their gazes darted nervously between each other, searching for answers in the uncertain silence that followed.

Daniel broke the quietude with a low murmur. "What the fuck was that?" His voice carried a mixture of curiosity and concern, mirroring the collective unease that hung heavy in the air.

Lucas, ever the optimist despite the circumstances, ventured a guess. "Maybe it's a rescue chopper? Someone is looking for survivors." His words held a glimmer of hope, a fleeting beacon of possibility in the midst of their bleak reality.

Benny, ever the realist, remained skeptical. "In the middle of nowhere? I doubt it." His brow furrowed in thought, his mind already racing through potential scenarios and implications.

Jessica, typically the voice of reason, spoke up tentatively. "Should we... investigate?" Her uncertainty was mirrored in the hesitant glances exchanged between the group, uncertainty clouding their collective judgment.

Marta, ever the pragmatist, weighed their options with a steely resolve. "We need to get some weapons first. The noise probably attracted some hollows and that's the last thing we need right now." Her tone brooked no argument, her gaze sweeping over each member of the group in turn, silently urging them to remain vigilant.

With a collective nod, they emerged cautiously from their hiding spot, eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the mysterious aircraft. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, the morning sunlight casting long shadows across the forest floor as they ventured forth into the unknown.

After they got their signature weapons and theirs backpacks with some food and necessities, they cautiously ventured further into the forest, the morning light filtered through the dense foliage, casting an ethereal glow over the verdant surroundings. The air was thick with anticipation, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs amplifying their senses.