Silent Sanctuary
by iyaktawalang
They will do it again.
The chopper was flying under the black-bluish sky of the night, not to think the growling winds that make it swing in the air. Under of it was a large sealed wooden box. A big rope keeps the two things abided.
“It’s a bad time, captain,” the co-pilot shouted.
Two days later forecasted that New York will be hit by this hurricane but it’s a matter of life and death for the people inside the chopper, and for the sake of the big people they are working with.
Composed of two pilots, three biomedical engineers, two chemists and scientist, for the 36th time, they will do it again.
“The tracker shows that we are only two kilometers away to the North Brother Island but I can barely see!” the captain said in the top of his lungs as he moved his head side by side.
“There!”
They all looked at where Tristan’s, the scientist of the group, pointing finger directs. Frank, the captain, never had a second thought, maneuvered the chopper against the strong fists of the hurricane towards the North Brother Island. The mighty winds slowed then pushed them out of their way. Frank’s jaw dropped as he saw the warning signal of the flying vehicle, instructs them to get out of there before anything else happened. He shouted to his colleagues to get their respective parachutes under their chairs and jump immediately. In a split second, the chopper’s tank has been breached and instantly busted on the swirling wind, like a meteor dancing in the air.
The warm light of the sun made him wake up. His grey-paled eyes were flashing as the sun’s ray touches them. It took him a minute before to realize that he was alive.
Where are the others?
He managed to stand but the weight of the wet parachute in his shoulders made him fell. He desperately removed it and left it behind. He was searching for the others when he suddenly heard a broken-like-twig sound somewhere. He twisted his body in a 360° but he found nothing bizarre.
“Tristan!”
He was sure of it. Someone was calling him, but in a hush careful tone. He heard the sound again, that creepy sound of nature, for him. He walked slowly, trying to carry his self. He was entering the woods when someone’s hand grabbed his shoulders and covered his mouth. His eyes were big in his great surprise seeing that he is not alone.
It was Darlene, one of the biomedical engineers of the team. Along with her were Dodge and Alice, the chemists. She slowly removed her pallid palm in Tristan’s mouth when she realized that he already calmed down.
“Where are the others?” Tristan fiercely whispered, asking in general.
“We need to get out of here first. See that ruined building over there?” Alice pointed in their east and there was an old building. Its roof has many spots and the paint on its wall was already faded. “That’s Riverside Hospital, an abandoned place since 1980s—“
