Under the Dome

Chapter 12

I woke up upside down, like I was a bat hanging in a cave. It took me a couple minutes to register the fact that the whole helicopter was upside down.

Larann was in my sights; her body was limp on the roof of the helicopter, obviously she wasn't buckled in and she flew forward and blood was pouring out from under her.

I looked to my left and I sucked in a harsh breath. My nose filled with the harsh stench of iron, urine, and blood. Jr had a metal pole through his gut. Blood oozed out of his mouth and the corners of his open brown eyes; making his irises turn merky brown and crimson red. A few curious flies hovered around his head and chest; hoping to discover a meal.

I held the vomit that started to rise in my mouth. The sour taste boiled my tasted buds, trying to kill my only sense to savor my food.

I heard a groan in the front seat. Travis wiggled in his seat, causing his shortish blonde hair to flow about, and he looked as confused as I was. He yelped in pain and grasped his right leg. He swung his head around lightly, due to the pain, and stopped completely when he gazed over at his brother.

"M-matt? Matt!" He whispered. All I could do was watch, I tried to spill out words to calm him down but the words evaporated in my throat. "Mathew!" Travis yelled this time.

His deep voice spooked Douglas out of his unconsciousness. He looked around hurriedly, his gazed reached mine, and he tried to stretch for me but his belt held him back. I'm guessing out of the corner of his eyes he saw Jr because he froze and his blue eyes widened.

"Matt! Damn it answer me!" Travis yelled angrily.

He hit his brother's arm. There was no reaction. Matt's window was shattered and a broken tree branch poked its way in the helicopter like it wanted to join the party. Travis, unknowingly, thought his little brother was knocked out but really he was gone.

Matt was really, really gone. He was internally bleeding, three broken ribs, and glass logged in his chest and right arm. Blood slowly trickled up his neck, over his strong jaw and his cheeks to run through his long blonde hair then dive to the roof of the upside down helicopter.

"Son of a bitch!" Travis screamed, slamming his fist on the dash board. And he knew that his brother was gone now, once Matt never responded and limply dangled there.

"Trav," I fumbled out. Damn, try again! "Travis! We need to get out of this upside down helicopter before it goes up in flames. I'm smelling gasoline." I stated.

Douglas was the first to unbuckle. He landed next to Larann, deadly close to flattening her like a pancake, and he curled in a ball to subside the pain. He slowly flipped himself around and he checked Larann's pulse.

"She's alive! I'm going to get us out first." Douglas told me, gazing up and shinned a sad but reassuring smile.

Douglas hurriedly looked around for a way to slide down to reach the ground safely. He picked Larann up and cradled her to his chest. For a spilt second, I was jealous but now wasn't the time for that.

"Doug, there a rope." I pointed out. I threw my hand towards the metal looked rope glued to the floor board of the helicopter and it dangled outside of the tiny box like room.

"Thanks, I'll be right back." He said and vanished out of the helicopter.

I just stayed where I was, well because, I couldn't go anywhere. The blood was rushing to my head and I was becoming nauseous. For a tiny moment, I forgot Travis was still here.

"Travis? Can you move?" I asked. I fumbled to unclick by belt but something was too slippery and it was hard to free myself.

"I can't feel my right leg." He stated honestly. But he unstrapped himself flawlessly like it was the easiest thing in the world. Gravity pushed his weight to the roof and he dragged himself out of the pilots seat.