"Hello there! I am Andrew" I remember writing that on this exact same wall here, half a year ago. Ha-ha, funny joke in my book. I actually laughed, well in my head. You cant really laugh out loud anymore. Well, in retrospect you COULD but it would not be the greatest of ideas. So I stop looking at the wall, sit down out the card table and get all the bullets I need for tomorrow's trip. I am careful to fill each clip with one bullet less than making it full, I do not want any more JAMS… fuck you jams. I look around the room, remembering when it was first built by the other survivors…
Where was I when September 11, happened? That was my generation. The me me me me GIVE ME MY SHARE generation. We did not help each other, we were out for ourselves. Of course there were exceptions, like me, but we were so few and far between. Me? I was going into the Air force, to be a TACP, tactical air control party (apprentice) and I had just signed up a week ago. They said I had 2 weeks to sort stuff out, and I decided that I was going to visit the love of my life back up north. Hey it's the least I can do for staying with me this long. So I got my plane ticket, and there was a layover in Hudsonville, south of Baltimore… layovers were a bitch back then because that's when you flight was jostled. I was pushed to the back of the line, and forced to sleep in the "fun fun" waiting room, which was actually just a kid's waiting room. I guess that's when "zombie apocalypse" decided to hit because suddenly we were locked in this room, due to anti terrorist security. The door was bullet proof, and it had one tiny window, also bullet proof, which was hard to see out of. When it went dark, and the light came on we heard that there had been some terrorist activity and we were stuck in here for our own protection. There was seven of us in all, and we were hungry. It took days for the power to go off, and the doors to open. By then we had raided the two snack machines and the coca cola machine. When the doors opened, we found out that our prison had been our safe haven. We lost 3 people the very first day...
Mr. Steel, our business man friend, supposedly a oil tycoon, got up and ran out the door. We slowly followed, but when we looked out the door, all we found was a pool of blood on the floor. It was long dried out. We slowly moved forward, I was second to the back. Miss Reilly, the only person I really had gotten to know in there, was in the back with her suitcase. We were in the back of the airport, so there were lots of long dark hallways, with the only light being from door ways open to the elements. Most of the doors close to our haven were barricaded shut, so we kept moving forward until we got to a open conference room. It had one of those views of the flight line a corporate executive would love, but at that moment it was pretty hellish. What wasn't burning was smashed, and what wasn't smashed was burning. We heard a explosion in the distance and the scent of, burned hamburger? Ew, but I knew it was actually burnt flesh, even the though my conscience was having trouble thinking that. So when I looked back one of our party had either left, or… well then. I think it was the Indian guy because all I could think of in there was "oh my god it's a terrorist it's a terrorist." So, five people in tow, we filed out of the room. Mr. Chin had the good sense to take the tiny fridge that was in there. It was one of those things you brought to college to hide beer, and other edibles on campus. He brought it with him, and then told us "I bringing it back to deh room" His accent was terrible, but at least he was fluent. On the way he had somehow found a maintenance closet and some iron bars and had proceeded to make the door impenetrable, and able to open to our safe house.
So the four of use crept through the hall ways. Along the way we found a scene of a fire fight, a man with what looked to be a swat uniform had been decapitated. There was a lot of blood on him so it was hard to tell. I grabbed his night stick, which was quickly grabbed away from me by Mr. Ice. He was a large African America guy who was way too loud for his own good. So I let him have it, as I moved along I saw a pair of office scissors, and put them in my pocket. Reilly then piped up about why there was a lack of bodies, but no one really had a good answer to that besides "the authorities would not just leave them there?" creeping through we found those bodies we were looking for. They were laid out in piles, some looked like they did suicide. We found no firearms, but we did find were Mr. Steel went. We heard something break on the other side of the door way, so we barged in and saw a couple people seem to sprint away into the broken wall. We saw Mr. Steel, it looked like he hung himself on the high ceiling there… but he was bouncing. We thought he was alive so we ran up and try to untangle him from his greasy rope. The rope was spiney, and it hurt out hands but then suddenly it snapped back up and Mr. Steel fell on the Cuban guy. Then we heard a scream from upwards, and we saw a human being, with the largest tongue I ever saw, standing there watching us. Mr. Ice yelled at him "What the fuck man, come hel-" that's as far as he got. The things tongue snapped down and grabbed him, hanging him by his arms, around his neck. He screamed for help and dropped the nightstick, I promptly picked up and he looked me in the eyes and said "Help me" in a whimper. I looked him dead in the eye, and just as I was about to move I saw several people running at me and my small party. That scared me more that the tongue guy, so we all ran out the door, leaving Mr. Ice behind, and the Cuban still under Mr. Steel. We ran and as we ran even more rooms we thought were "barricaded" burst open and dead people emerged. We ran and we ran, till we got back to our safe room. Here in here! Mr. Chin cryed. And I was the last to make it in the door way. Reilly, had just made it to door, in its frame, when suddenly the guys tongue got her and pulled her back into the massing hordes of zombies awaiting her flesh. She looked right at me, closing the door, and screamed as they ate her alive.
… Enough, the past will not haunt me anymore. I get up and search the room, finding a lunch box on top of the fridge; it had some "saltines" AKA very salty crackers. In the fridge was a package of "smart water" that had been ripped open, and seemingly looted. Unfortunately for these would be survivors, I knew their tricks too. I stuck my hand in, pulled out the box and there were two of the bottles left. Not very cold, but they were not opened so it was all good. Now, why didn't they bring the rest of the bottles? Oh, you learn a few things being a survivor, and that's the value of traveling light. Anything else you stash away for later, or when you come back through. There were some good Samaritans who left you stuff on purpose, but I doubt they are alive any more. Now, time to go over the plan mentally. No, I had not came back just to relive these fun memories that came unbidden to the forefront of my mind, I actually had come with a plan for once. I was answering a lone pilots call for a crew to help him fly north to safety.