They Left Us For Dead

Flying High

We had been on the helicopter for a little over three hours. It was piloted by a single man, he didn't speak much. He didn't even give us his name. I thought it was suspicious, but kept it to myself.

I sat beside Rochelle and Ellis, watching Nick sitting directly across from me. I tried to look away, but every time I stared, he would be grinning. That stupid, shit-eating grin. I sigh, and slide down in the seat. 

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't emotionally confused. The kiss Ellis and I had, was on repeat.  My head couldn't control itself from the single recurring event. I kept going back to when Nick almost kissed me, but didn't. I still remember the exact feeling of his breath and the way he made me feel so dangerous.

When I look up, I see Nick's face to be strained and worried. He had his eyes fixated on something, or someone.

"The pilot!" I turned around and the pilot had blood coming from his mouth, and groaning like he was one of the infected. He must have been bitten and didn't tell us.

Before anyone had time to process anything, Nick gathered his pistol and shot the pilot in the head. With that, he took control of the helicopter. We were falling, and fast.

"Nick, let me! I know more about these things than you, just trust me man!" Ellis rushed to the front of the helicopter and aided in the fall. We all embraced for the impact, and Ellis tried his best to soften the fall. 

The helicopter was spinning in circles, and we were being thrown around the helicopter. It was tossing us around everywhere, my arms and legs taking a beating from smashing against the metal walls. It felt like I was being crushed by several cinder blocks with seventy pound weights.

My stomach churned as the helicopter slowly faded through my memory, leaving me with nothing but darkness. 

Darkness.