Today, 20th October, ’17 (I think)
The sound I heard before was a helicopter. It was a big, heavy…kind of angry looking one. My first thought was that of complete elation, and I was somehow being saved from this horrible place.
But there is no such thing as “being saved” or being safe now.
I tried waving my arms and yelling with what voice I had left, but I don’t think they ever saw me. I noticed a lot of heavy smoke coming from out of the back of the helicopter as it passed over the factory once it was in view. When it went over the top of my head, I could see that its side was all torn up and parts of it were on fire. I could also see men in the back of it frantically doing what they could not to fall out of the side as it tossed and turned towards the trees.
My heart sank at the same rate they fell from the sky.
I want to believe that I’m over seeing such dramatic, terrible awful things. But I wasn’t. There were people in that helicopter and they were about to crash and probably die. Instead of just standing there as it happened, I decided I’d try to go…help? I don’t know. I knew there wasn’t going to be much I could do, but that didn’t stop me from rushing down to the courtyard.
The sound of the impact, the boom, echoed through the empty factory as I was climbing down the ladder to get back inside my office bunker. It was loud enough that I remember gasping even though I knew it was coming. I grabbed my pipe weapon thingy and pushed through the opening I made in the doorway and down the pathway towards one of the exits.
The smell of burning fuel and fire hit me before I even reached the door. The constant wind had shifted towards the main building I had been hiding in and the air was thick with a dark black smoke. It made trying to see through the normal haze that much harder. I wrapped my face with my blanket and put the glasses I…borrowed…from the gas station on before venturing out into the open.
I could hear the fire raging as the helicopter hadn’t crashed that far into the trees from where I was standing. But I also heard what sounded like people screaming in agony. It was probably from the fire. My gut reaction of running in and saving the day quickly turned into fear once more. It was an emotion that I was growing ever tired of. What was I ever going to be able to do to help in this kind of situation?
If anything, I’d probably just end up getting myself burned up and die along with them. Which, to be honest, wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world right now. I hate having thoughts like that, but I’m just so tired.
I ran up closer to where the helicopter had crashed, just next to some old generator, to see if I could see anything. I still couldn’t really make out much through the smoke and fog, but I could see a burning pile of wreckage.
That’s when I heard something else that was different from the fire and the screaming. It was coming from all around me in the skies. Those awful screeching monsters were drawn to the crash too. I should have known. I managed to pry open a door on the side of the generator I was standing next to and somehow squeezed my body inside. It had a grating on the door that I could sort of see through, but not enough to really tell what might be going on.
The sound of the creatures and the people screaming all blended into one. But then, to my surprise, the sounds of gunshots erupted around me too. I would have guessed everyone on the helicopter had been killed or too hurt to defend themselves, but the amount of shooting seemed to betray that thought.
The yelling and the shooting and monsters went on for what felt like forever. And it was getting hard to breath from the smoke leaking inside of my hiding spot. I would have had to get out soon.
I just didn’t know if it was safe yet.
And then I remembered once more: there was no such thing as being safe anymore.