Living Among the Dead

Kai's POV

I was on my feet immediately after I heard the sound of glass breaking. I picked up my axe and gun and ran out of my room. I woke Hailey up to come help me, and the two of us rushed down to the scene. We discovered Macie and Swetha fending off multiple walkers. I put my pistol in the pocket of my robe and decided to only use my melee weapon. Hailey did the same. Once I struck a walker with my axe, I told Macie to go to the kitchen and get some steak knives for her and Swetha.

With every deep chop I brought to a corpse, I could feel my coat of blood getting bigger. After most of the dead were.. well, dead, Swetha and I ran for the front doors to lock them. Hailey and Macie flipped a table on it's side, and strategically placed it in front of the broken window.

The four of us crashed on the ripped couches in the lobby and instantly fell asleep. All was peaceful until I was woken up about an hour later.

"Kai! Come here!" I could here Sarah yelling. Since she still can hardly walk from her injury, Sarah volunteered to stay in the radio station, at least until she healed.

I trudged through the pitch black halls with nothing except a nearly-dead flashlight to guide me. I reached the door of the radio room and slowly opened, expecting a walker that is trying to attack Sarah, but the only moving thing in there was her. She had a grin on her face. I understood why when I heard a voice broadcasting over the radio.

"Hello? Is anyone out there?"

Sarah picked up a microphone.

"Yes, I'm here."

"Thank God! For the past five years, we've been trying to contact someone! Ever since the main base stopped communicating with us, everything went to hell."

"Main base? Are you in the army?" Sarah asked.

"Air Force. We are located at Base 51 in Nevada. We have food, supplies, and even electricity here. People come across us and beg to get in, so we let them. It's kind of like a community down here. If you send us your coordinates, we can send a helicopter to you, and bring you here."

Sarah put down the mic to speak to me.

"Should we?" she asked.

"Definitely. Supplies are getting low here, and Drew is still out here," I respond.

She picks up the communicator and tells the man our exact coordinates.

"So your in Aspen, Colorado," he ponders, "At approximately 1700 hours tomorrow, we will meet you at your place. We will only be able to take one of you, because we always send a scout chopper first, then we get the rest once the first has gained our trust. I'm glad that you picked up. In 2010, it's like the entire earth shut down. We would send men out, and they wouldn't come back. Anyways, see you folks tomorrow."

I started to pack my things and get rest at day break, because I volunteered to growth him as the first. I slept for 24 hours and woke up at noon the next day. Just five hours until the Air Force saves us.

The time finally came where the helicopter landed just outside of our home. I bid my farewells to my group, and stepped up to meet an important looking man. He thrusted his hand towards me, and I shook it.

"Hello there, I'm Sergeant Ripley, but you may call me Jordan."

Jordan looked around confused.

"Where are all of the adults? Is it just you kids here?"

"Yes," I responded. "All of the adults in this group have either been killed, or tried to kill us, so basically, they have all been killed."

"Well, we better get a move on before the sun sets," the Sergeant told me.

We climbed into the chopper. The Pilot and the Co-Pilot didn't stare at me, but just began to take off. The Co-Pilot looked pale, like he is sick when doing so.

"It's so crazy, people resort to killing these days. I mean, what kind of world do we live in?" Jordan started a conversation with me.

"This world that we live in is now the apocalypse," I responded.

"What?" he looked confused. "Never mind. At first, our place wasn't a safe haven. But people came, begging for us to give them sanctuary. They said that if we didn't help them, the 'abominations' would get them. None of us knew what that meant, but we obliged."

Now I was the confused one, "What do you mean by that? Do you not know what walkers are?"

"Those are what the elderly use to walk. We live in a desolate location in the middle of a desert, and we had no communications. We don't get news as quickly as you do."

These people had no idea what this world had come to. By this time, we were slowly zooming past the skyscrapers of Denver. The Co-Pilot was asleep. I figured that he must have been awake for a long time...

...but then I noticed the bloody bandage on his left arm.

"What happened to him?" I asked Jordan.

"The strangest thing. We were heading out to the chopper, then some insane stoner bit him. The wound must have gotten infected or something, because he's real sick. We ended up having to kill the druggie before he hurt someone else."

I thought that being 500 feet above the ground could save us from the infected, but I was wrong.

"YOU NEED TO KILL IT NOW!" I screamed as I scrambled to get my gun out.

"Woah there!" Jordan took my gun from me. "I get that you aren't from where we come from, but we don't kill people all willy-nilly."

I actually thought about jumping from the helicopter, but there weren't any parachutes. The re-animated corpse of the Co-Pilot jerked it's head up, and leaned over to the Pilot. The Pilot couldn't scream because the walker took a chunk of his throat. He yanked the controls everywhere in shock causing the chopper to spin around.

The tail of the helicopter was smacked off when it hit the edge of a building. Smoke filled the air as a fire broke out in the motor of the propellers. The flying wreckage began hurtling towards the ground.

The impact was devastating. I was severely injured, and couldn't run away. I had two dangers to deal with. 1: In a matter of time, that fire will make it's way to the fuel line, causing this rubble to explode. 2: The three corpses of both Pilots and Sergeant Ripley were trying to grab at me.

I was losing a lot of blood, there was a cut in my leg, and I had a broken rib. I felt even weaker than when Kate had us in that line and killed Paige. For once, I didn't know what to do.