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Chapter 1: Abrupt Landing in Hell

The dull and barren landscape of West Germany unfolded as David Jordan's F-104 Starfighter descended below the clouds. His flight lead was worried the clouds could affect their aircrafts' performance and ordered the three pilots on patrol with him to descend. About 100 miles to the north were four more aircraft from his squadron, as well as 100 miles to the south. These patrols were pretty routine: They'd fly out to the West German-Czechoslovakian border, turn north, and then fly for about an hour before returning to their base. But Dave had his mind on other things besides the daily patrol. Today, September 19, 1962, was his 23rd birthday, and from what he had overheard, his squadron was going to throw him some sort of party that night. "Well, just 'cause you guys are too lazy to throw me a party doesn't mean we can't surprise the new guy with one!" as Captain Johnson had put it. The only thing that brought his mind back to his Starfighter was Johnson's voice crackling over his radio.

"…Mine too. How 'bout you two?"

"My radar's actin' funny, too"

Dave looked at his aircraft's radar screen. Sure enough, he could barely make out his own squadron's aircraft amidst the static.

"Yep, I've got problems with my radar as well," He replied.

"Well, we can't fly like this, some communist bastard could easily get the jump on us and send us into the ground," Johnson stated, "Munich, this is Hammer Flight 1, we are encountering radar problems, requesting permission to return to base, over."

His request was answered with static.

"Munich, this is Hammer Flight 1, do you copy?" the captain asked.

Again, static.

"Hammers 5 and 9, do you read me?" Johnson now tried the other two flights on patrol, but they didn't respond either.

"Dammit, now our radios are out!" yelled Johnson over the radio.

"But we can still hear you," responded Larry Baker, a.k.a. Hammer 2.

I have a bad feeling about this. Dave thought to himself.

"Well, I don't know what the hell's goin' on here but I think I'd be smart to-." Dave's captain was cut off by a heart stopping sound: the sound of a jet engine shutting down. "Shit! There go our engines. Everyone bail out!" He screamed.

Each of the four pilots reached for their ejection seats' handle and pulled. Their canopies blew off, and their seats rocketed out of their Starfighters. Everyone except Dave, that is.

"Dammit, the eject handle's stuck!" he yelled, hoping someone would hear him. All the while, his altitude continued to steadily drop. After trying a few more times, he gave up and decided to try and land his crippled aircraft. He looked towards the ground and, after a short search, spotted a small road that seemed to lead to a group of run-down buildings.

It's better than nothing! He thought, lining up his aircraft with the road. He didn't know how fast he was going or how high he was. Dave extended his flaps and prayed that his landing gear still worked. He steadily dropped closer and closer to the road. Trees whizzed past on either side of the aircraft. He was relieved the Starfighter had such a short wingspan. He was also relieved when he felt his aircraft bounce on its gear. Seeing the building looming ahead, he deployed the Starfighter's drag chute, standard procedure when landing the plane, but now a little more necessary. The plane slowed to a stop just in front of the gates to the buildings.

That was close. After regaining his composure, he climbed out of the cockpit, unholstering his standard issue M1911 pistol. He wasn't sure whether he was in West Germany or Czechoslovakia, but it didn't hurt to be ready should the situation turn dangerous. He approached the gates, which were unlocked but there was a chain with a lock hanging from one of the gates. As Dave entered the facility, the first thing he noticed was a large sign reading "Waffenfabrik Der Riese." He also noticed a few swastikas on the buildings, meaning this place probably hasn't been used since World War Two, about fifteen years ago. As he took in his surroundings, a person began to stumble towards him. The first thing Dave noticed were the person's eyes: they were glowing yellow.

"Stay back! I have a weapon," said Dave as he raised his pistol, "I'm warning you!" Instead of stopping, the figure broke into an uncoordinated sprint. Dave fired four shots at the man, who fell to the ground dead. He ran over to the body to see who he shot.

That's odd. Dave thought noticing the Wermacht uniform complete with a red Nazi armband. Suspiciously, the person looked as though he had been dead for a few months, but Dave just saw the man run at him.

What is this thing? It looked like a zombie from a movie he saw at the drive-in one night. Suddenly, he heard a metallic screeching sound. His gaze shot to the gate, which had slammed shut. The pilot ran over to it and noticed that, not only had it closed itself, it had also wrapped the chain between the two gates and locked itself.

Oh Shit. Dave thought as he began to hear moaning in the distance.

"Shit."

Here's the first chapter. It's actually been up for a week or so, but I had to change the month this takes place because "Five" takes place in late October, 1962. Yep, I'm not even finished with this story and I've already planned a sequel.

Edit: Woot! One year of "Dave's Story"! Yes, that's the name for the series as a whole. I'm impressed with this story, seeing as it just started as an unofficial competition between me and my brother.

Believe it or not, Dave went through a few incarnations before ending up as the pilot of an F-104C Starfighter in 1962. He started out as the hypothetical 5th guy, a British pilot that was shot down over Der Riese. He later became an American soldier fighting in the unnamed war in Battlefield Bad Company, equipped with a grenade launcher. Just before his final incarnation, he was the pilot of an A-4 Skyhawk but then I realized they never served in Europe. In fact, that was one of my biggest worries when publishing this chapter: I started writing it with him flying the Skyhawk and I wasn't sure if I had forgotten to rewrite the aircraft's name somewhere.

Now, to show you how far the series has come, here are some statistics. These are as of January 21, 2012

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