Ashes to Ashes (Book 1 of 2) A ZOMBIE FICTION

The Rotors on the Bird Go Round and Round...

We sat, the group of us, watching the last remaining news station broadcast footage from their news chopper as it flew over the city. All the highways, roadways, and even some of the subway entrances, were blocked. I could spot military checkpoints, abandoned like everything else; vehicles, weapons, and personnel. As I looked at Drake I could tell that he was mentally noting all of this, then doing a double note of the small details.

"That station must have military protecting it, which means that we may be able to take shelter inside." Crystal said hopefully.

"And they have a helicopter. If shit hits the fa-"

This was something that I did know about, "No. We wouldn't all fit on board, and even if we did we couldn't take off. If they had a Chinook, then yeah, but they don't. I can tell from the sound of the props that it's a civilian chopper."

"Since when are you suddenly a helicopter expert?" Drake shot back, hating to be proven wrong.

"Since I started studying for my fucking pilot's license! Plus, we would have to fight with the current inhabitants for it. That's not a battle that we'd win."

"Why not?!"

"Have you studied at all for Military History? Or do you just slack off? They have us in tech, numbers, and high ground and security. So if you'd please shut up, I need to hear what they're saying."

He went silent, and i saw Crystal move up closer to him to calm him down.

"The infection has spread uncontrollably and taken over most of the world in the first two and a half days. We are informed to tell all surviving and uninfected civilians to report to the coa-" The reporter was cut off by a large explosion off the coast. The US Naval Fleet had been sabotaged and the main Aircraft carrier was the first to be taken under into the deep blue; it rolled as it went down, hitting it's defending ship and splitting it in half with the tower. We all watched in awe as aircraft rolled off the deck and people slid with them. Many of them being crushed when they hit the water by the ship. "My god..." The reporter choked, "That is the last remaining fleet of the US Navy... and all of it... gone." We began hearing military chatter from behind the camera, then the feed went dead.

"What the fuck was that shit?!" Drake shouted as he stood from the couch, "So what? We just lose all hope of rescue like that?! In a fucking sabotage missi-"

"Calm down!" I shouted.

"No! Fuck you! I've barely known you that long, then the fucking apocalypse begins and you try to tell me what the fuck to do!? Hell no!" He drew his revolver and trained it on my skull.

"Drake! Put that down!" His mother ordered.

"No! For all I know he fucking started the apo-" 

I took his moment of distraction and disarmed him of his revolver, "Relax!" I ordered, "Listen to me!"

"No!"

"Drake, just listen to him... please." Crystal pleaded, not wanting to see anyone get hurt.

"Fine... what."

"Alright, before the feed went black they panned over the airport."

"So?"

"I could still see aircraft, not only that but I spotted two military transport Black Hawks on the beach just sitting. if we can get to either one, we can get out of here."

"You've got a point, but what about fuel?" Drew questioned.

"Hmm... shit!" I replied, not having thought that far ahead.