Meanwhile. . .
At Midway airport in the heart of Chicago, about 13 miles away from Orland Park, a group of marines form a nearby training facility were putting up a last ditch defense against the mixed onslaught of 'Demons', as there now calling the creatures, and former Chicagoans so that the remaining few survivors can board the plains still on the ground. A few of the plains made it off the runway only, despite the marine's efforts, to get blown out of the sky by the flying Demons. A few managed to get away from the airport.
The loss of life of the marines was great, and increasing at a rapid rate.
Left and right marines were getting there throats ripped from there necks, limbs torn from there bodies, and the blood, blood was everywhere all over the pavement, the runway, practically everywhere there were marines there was blood. Some marines tried to make a run for it but weren't fast enough to out run the Demons and were quickly ripped to pieces.
But there was one marine in particular. His name was John Camarak and he was a Corporal in the marines and he wasn't about to sit there and be mercilessly slaughtered like the rest of the marines. As he And his squad were moving to find cover from the hail of Fireballs and what not that the Demons were throwing, something caught his eye. A private looking plain with The Savoir written on the side of it. He signaled to the rest of his squad and they moved towards the plain in a hurry.
As his squad of marines moved to get to the plain they saw there fellow marines, there friends, dieing all around them. As they got to the plain, thankfully the door was open, so they rushed in. As they got in the plain John went the cockpit. "Get this bird in the air!" he told the pilot. "I cant, I have to wait for the owner, or ill get fired." He said in a shaky voice. John was getting losing his patients, but then again, did he ever have any? He stuck the barrel of his M16 in the pilots face. "If you don't get this plain in the air right now ill blow a hole in your head the size of Texas!" Those words the pilot jumped into his seat. "Better strap your selves in; it's going to be a bumpy ride!" Before the marines could strap themselves in the pilot roared the twin engines of the small aircraft to life. As soon as that happened the marines could feel the awesome power of the small plain as it moved down the runway.
After about a minute of going taxiing own the runway the plain picked up some speed and the marines felt the weightlessness that you feel right after the plain takes off.
As John looked out the window he could see the carnage of the battle outside the porthole shaped window. As he was looking out he saw the last remaining plains on the ground explode. The airport was overrun. There was nothing they could do now. Just as they were thinking the good friends they lost, they felt heard a loud bang and the plain shook. The marines heard a noise like claws on metal. The next thing they saw was a hole in the roof open up and an arm shoot through and grab the pilot. The plain, with no pilot, started to go down. "Brace for impact!" shouted one of the marines, but no one heard him for the great rushing of the wind that came from the hole in the roof. All John could think about was the fact that he was going to die like this, not a soldier fighting for his country; no he was going to die a coward. Those were his last thoughts before he blacked out. . .
Ill probably have the next chapter up tomorrow.