Chapter 7 Descending

Richtofen- Hello my children! I am ze doctor... but I guess you already knew zat! *Laughs manically*

Dempsey- Hello dips***!? Your name is on the side of the screen! ... And will someone please stop throwing cookies in front of my words!

Nikolai- Well nick said to save the swearing for the actual story...

Dempsey- So YOU`RE throwing the cookies! *points M16*

Nikolai- Nikolai never said such a thing... *drinks vodka*

Takeo- COOKIES!

Richtofen- Shut your FACES! *eye twitches* ...Damn... I lost my train of thought... Oh vait! *Pulls out note and attempts to read in best English accent*... ehem

I wanted to let the original crew do the intros and stuff because I`ve been so busy lately. I hope you guys got a kick out of it. I apologize for future late updates...

Thank you for the reviews! I love reading them. Also a thank you to Zombitude for helping me out with this story!

This chapter is named after a lyric from Beauty of Annihilation by Treyarch Sound and Elena Siegeman (And any other names I didn`t mention).

I do NOT own ANY songs by Treyarch Sound or Elena Siegeman (or anyone else). I only own my OCs ^-^.

Enjoy zis installment!...


I felt a death grip on my shoulder when I attempted to flee towards the ladder. I sure as hell knew it wasn`t a human coming to save me.

I flipped my head to find decaying teeth trying to puncture my neck. "Shit!" I screamed, ducking out of its grip, shoving its own arm into its own mouth. I drove the barrel of the pistol into its eye and blasting it`s freaking brains out!

That happened all so quickly, I almost didn`t believe those actions were owned by me.

I snapped back at the ladder, which had gotten a great distance from me. Whitehead must not have realized I was stuck on the ground, crawling with the undead. "When I get my hands on him..." My mind trailed off angrily. I wasn`t going to be zombie bait so I hauled ass, trying to grip the stupid bottom ledge of the ladder while the ladder was homing dangerously close to the fence, meaning that I was running out of room to run.

The ladder started ascending away from me. In one last ditch attempt, I kicked my sore legs off the ground trying to grab the ladder. It nearly slipped from my grasp. If I hadn`t dropped my gun to save myself, I would`ve fell to my fate.

"I... made... it." I gasped, dangling from the ladder like a Christmas chandlier. I lifted myself up to the second bar than the third. Just until my feet were on the bars.

The breeze started brushing over my eyes, trying to blind me. I stared up at the chopper, watching Kaleb and Jeff get pulled inside.

"This cold wind is going to freeze me in place if I don`t start moving..." I thought, struggling to grip the bars.

I heaved my weight until I finally made it to the top, after nearly slipping twice. I glanced at Whitehead who happened to be looking at the other two. His eyes shifted over to me, I was reminded of almost being marooned at the school and grew agitated.

"What the HELL?! I was still on the ground and I lost my gun!" I scowled.

"There you are Tyler!" Whitehead waved to me, brushing off my last remark. I wasn`t going to let that be pushed aside so I gave him a glare.

"Oh yeah sorry about that..." He added.

"Hey at least you`re still alive." Kaleb shrugged.

"I lost my gun trying to grab that stupid ladder." I frowned.

"Hey, what about your friend? He seemed to have sustained a major fracture." The figure spoke up.

"I`m... fine..." Jeff groaned.

"I`m freaking exhausted..." I filled my lungs with the chilly air.

"Whats with the dress?" Whitehead laughed.

You know with the apocalypse and the zombies, the fact that I was wearing a ball gown completely slipped my mind.

"Long story..." I moaned.

"Well don`t turn around. I don`t want to see your ass!" He teased.

"HEY! At least I`m decent enough to keep my underwear on!" I growled at him, flipping the bird.

The figure than went to help Jeff with his dislocated foot. I noticed he was hiding part of his arm with bandages. I figured maybe he got cut or something. He saw me looking at his arm and then snarled at me.

"The hells your problem?" I recoiled back defensively.

"Hey! Don`t mind him. He hitched a ride when shit hit the fan. He says he cut his arm from jumping over barbed wire. I felt skeptical at first but he was pretty useful for sniping zombies." Whitehead yelled.

"Does anybody know where we`re going?" Kaleb asked.

Nobody made a single comment on that one. Its not that they were trying to be rude or anything but maybe they were too busy handing at each other. It felt like 5 complete strangers in an elevator for a while. Actually the only stranger here was the figure tending to Jeff`s messed up foot. I wonder how smart it is to trust a stranger in a zombie apocalypse...?

An apocalypse... I couldn`t believe it, doomsday has arrived! Everyone had doubts that it never would. Who could blame them? Most of the people would think the undead were meant for TV shows and video games (Although Black ops has the best zombies, in my opinion, I only say that for the Original Crew, Takeo, Nikolai, Dempsey, and the most badass character, Richtofen). Half of those people, including me, used the propaganda as training for the zombie apocalypse and hell, those people are probably laughing their asses off at the people who thought they were crazy. I know I would be...

As my mind trailed off, I noticed the veil of silence that built up other than the blades of the copter chopping the wind. We looked like vultures monitoring each others` every move, waiting to see who would drop dead first. I felt the chilly wind run through me, threatening to infect me with hypothermia. It probably wasn`t smart to be sitting by the door with the wind-chill dropping the temperature to 10F but at least I was still breathing.

As if Whitehead was reading my emotions, he pointed out; "Emergency blankets in the backpack underneath the bench you`re on..."

I unzipped the backpack, revealing the blanket. I threw on the blanket cloaking myself in its warmth.

"So what exactly happened?" I asked Whitehead, moving in the seat next to him. I put on the headset so I can hear him without his words being slurred.

"Well after we got done flying around, I landed the chopper so we could refuel. The other guy that was the co pilot was doing the fueling while I went to the bathroom. By the time I flew out the door, they were everywhere! They crowded the buildings and vehicles. People were getting bit. Thats when that guy came in..." Whitehead pointed at the mysterious figure.

"I think his name was Chris... fucker was camping by my chopper holding off the biters with a sniper rifle. He was yelling at me to start the chopper. Probably the only time I heard him speak...
I didn't trust this guy, not that I had a choice. So I hauled ass to the chopper, speeding by the biters who were too busy stuffing their faces with intestines. He managed to keep them off the chopper until we took off. Thats when some of them slipped by him and boarded the chopper. Thankfully, he fought them off with little difficulty. "He finished.

"How did you know to come to the school?" I asked intently.

"Dude, It wasn`t hard. I know where you go to school..." He flashed me a sarcastic glare.

Now that question was put at rest, I could think about recent events...

"Hmm... this is ridiculous! I can`t believe this is happening! And it had to be zombies too..." My mind trailed as a random thought came out in words, causing me to chuckle slightly.

"What would make this better is if Dempsey, Takeo, Nikolai and Richtofen were here." I laughed out loud.

That would be great actually. A badass American who knows how to kill with pretty much anything, A drunk Russian who shoots better (surprisingly) when hes hammered, A Japanese guy, still kinda boring, who can use a katana, and the most favorite of all, Richtofen, The sadistic, schizophrenic, psychopath German who loves blood and pain. I bet hes the only one who would get a kick out of suffering. In fact, he would enjoy every minute of it.

I wasn`t aware of my last comment that was said out loud. Whitehead didn't seem too amused with my comment because he glared at me.

"Really?! Fictional characters don't exist! This shit is real!" He barked.
I rolled my eyes at him. He didn't like to joke around when he just had his life threatened.
"Well forgive me for trying to lighten the mood!" I countered, still thinking about how much easier it would be with the original crew with us...

I looked ridiculous with a blanket wrapped around me like a 5-year old. Hopefully, where ever we were going I could get some real clothes.

"I need some real clothes..." I sighed, watching the fog from my breath dissipate into the thin icy air.

"Well I got some good news and bad news..." Whitehead started.

I hate it when he trails off like that...

"What? What?! Don`t stop talking! Spit it out!"

"The good news is that we need to stop off to refuel in flagstaff so you can stop off at Target to grab a few supplies including clothes..."

"Bad news?"

"Theres a slight possibility that the store could be overrun with biters. Not to mention the weathers unpredictability." Whitehead explained, staring at the dark sky in front of him.

"Oh great..."

My attention reverted to the back when I heard Jeff call out in pain.

"Son of a bitch! Don't touch it!" Jeff cursed, swatting hands away from his foot.

"Well you woke up for that one!" Kaleb laughed his ass off.

"... and Pick up something to help with his foot..." Whitehead added in.

"Shut up, you`ll attract zombies..." I growled playfully.

"Yeah, like the copter didn`t..." Whitehead jumped in the conversation.

"Hello dumbass! We`re in the sky! What are they gonna do? Fly?" Jeff screamed in agony.

Without realizing it, Jeff triggered some sort of outburst in me and Kaleb.

"Like Resident Evil!"

"Oh my gosh, When we land you idiot!" Whitehead shook his head in disgust.

"Alright everyone, calm down. We don`t want Whitehead having a nervous breakdown." I tried to be serious but my efforts to suppress my laughter were futile.

"Its like I`m flying with a bunch of 12-year olds..." Whitehead swore under his breath.

"I think we got like 20 miles before we reach Flagstaff. Hopefully we get there before these clouds open up..." I announced, although I don`t think they were paying attention.

I rolled my eyes at them and sighed again, entertaining myself with my breath clouds. I cut my hand through the mist to keep my head occupied.

I eventually got bored of that too.

"Where the hell are we going to go once we fill up again?" I asked whitehead.

He gave me a shrug to answer my question while he was pondering up the real answer.

"Well thats to be determined... but thats not important right now. We need to get over to the fueling station before it gets too dark."

"Or you know, we run out of gas and plummet to the hard earth in a fiery explosion." I considered the worst that was possible to happen.

"Or that..." his eyes widened."But I prefer to have landing alot less ... you know... combustible?"

"Better be... you`re the pilot."

"No I`m not the pilot." He gave a sarcastic remark.

He was starting to irritate me. I guess that was payback for earlier comments.

"Just shut up, I have a headache."

"In this weather? Wow you are weird..." He taunted, ignoring my request.

"Shut uuup" I laid my head on the dashboard.

Man, I know whitehead is my friend but he can get really irritating really fast. Luckily, he changes the subject most of the time.

"How was your life at school?" He asked.

I glared at him thinking; "did you seriously just say that?"

"... before the shit hit the fan.." he added.

"Come on man, do we have to talk now? I have a killer headache."

"You still have that headache? Are you sure you`re ok?" He started growing concerned.

"I think so..."

"Well maybe you should take a little nap. We'll be there by the time you wake up." He suggested.

As I began to speak, I was cut off by a beeping alarm that sounded urgent.

"Ah shit! How the hell does this fucking blizzard come out of nowhere!?"

The chopper started violently shaking, followed by all vision outside the airspace become a whiteout. As soon as the white powder blasted the windshield, the copter started swerving upright and rotate unwillingly.

"The wind speeds at a suicidal 90 miles!" He shouted in alarm, trying to keep the bird steady.

"Well? What the hells wrong?!" I shouted, unable to see anything outside of the chopper.

"This bird is going down guys! Hang on to something!" He ordered as the copter took a deadly drop.

I quickly glanced back at the other three. They were grasping the 'oh shIt' handles on the walls. Jeff was particularly in extreme agony. This violent ride was taking a toll on his foot.

This copter was hurdling toward earth at a heart-stopping speed. Whitehead is unable to guide this bird back up.

"Hold on to your asses!" He shrieked.

He was trying to raise the nose of the bird so the impact wasn't head first. Whether it was or not, the chances of our survival didn't look too good. I strapped on my buckles, trying not to let the rumbling of the chopper affect my hand-eye coordination.

I wasn't going to panic, I trust that Whitehead knows how to get us out of this mess...

I laid back in my chair, relaxing all my muscles. I was ready for death if it does somehow manage to catch me.

I shut my eyes as I caught part of the ground enter my vision.

A blinding light and the heat of the flames all led up to my conscious blacking out...


Dempsey- D*** it f****** Takeo! Stop F****** throwing F****** cookies! *Chases Takeo with knife*

Richtofen- Ah HAHAHAHA! Good job Takeo!... I don`t have any other notes but I`m pretty sure the ending goes something like this... "I hope you guys liked this chapter! Please review!"