This chapter is kinda short, and sorry it took so long, school sucks
Mark sat in the helicopter that was now flying over the burning rubble of Raccoon City. He sat, knowing that they were leaving the city and he would not have to go back again. Suddenly machinegun fire broke out from one of the roof tops. Then a loud pressure noise. A 3 inch metal cord with grappling hook on the end wrapped around the helicopter's tail. Mark looked around for something to grab onto as the helicopter was pulled towards the side of a 10 story building.
A man with a dark blue police uniform sat in a chair sleeping, with a 12 gauge pump shotgun leaned against his leg. His name tag read: Maxwell. He suddenly awoke and walked to the window of the 5th floor Hotel. He saw a helicopter that was going to collide into his "home", he ran and dove over the couch and took cover as the helicopter smashed into the building and grinded to a stop right before it would have plowed the couch over.
Maxwell got up and aimed his shotgun at the helicopter which was now just a misshapen hunk of metal.
"Is there anyone alive in there?" Maxwell called out.
Maxwell heard a small groan and Mark fell out of the helicopter's belly. Maxwell quickly picked up Mark and laid him on the couch and started to clean his wounds. The building that Maxwell had escaped to used to be a hotel. This hotel was 10 stories high and was one of the more rundown ones of Raccoon City, but it had the supplies that Maxwell needed to survive.