Hello dear Fanfictionites! Yesterday was my birthday!^.^ Anyways, sorry for the lack of updates.
Well, I could almost say that the plane ride was… uneventful. I mean maybe if you were any regular person, who hadn't just witnessed the zombie apocalypse, the destruction of your entire lives and your only companions are a bunch of nut jobs than yeah, you could say our plane ride was definitely a ride. But for someone who has been through all that and is coming close to being used to the people on board the aircraft, than you would have no reason to be enjoying any particular part. Except for the silence. Which I believe is a full on first for us.
Bavaria, the German girl, suggested we need a team name. So I said no. End of story. I'm a dream crusher. Then, Bipolar thought it'd be fun to play hide and go seek in the plane… guess how that turned out? But the most best, best part of all, was when Russia shut both Reaver and Kory up, after almost causing our deaths at a very high altitude. NOT TODAY CHILDREN.
"We'll be landing in about uh…. Fifteen minutes uh… it's mostly sunny-uh… partly cloudy, about 60 degrees uh…. I hope you enjoyed flying with uh… Zombie airlines, your one stop shot for getting out of the country…. Uh." By the time Emmett clicked off the loud speaker I was rolling on the ground laughing. But it'd probably be better if I were landing the plane instead… anyways. Emmett's perfect imitation of a captain sent tears running down my eyes, it was so funny.
"Emmett… Emmett… oh my god… where did you pick that up…?" I asked in between laughs.
"Well, y'know. This ol' guy's got enough pleasures up his sleeves." He said flexing a muscle. I ignored the fact that he used the word pleasures.
"So this is it." He says looking out at the landscape.
"Yeah, hey maybe you should be helping me land this thing." I nudge him, suppressing a smile. He gives me the most bewildered look. "What? Just because I can fly a plane, do you expect me to land one? That little stunt I pulled in DC was a crash may I remind you." I give him the most dead serious look I think I've ever used.
"But…" He starts, but it's too much. I start laughing to a point where I absolutely could not breathe.
"Hah! You should have seen your face!"
He frowns, "Very mature. Now land the plane." I smile innocently then pay attention to actually getting the plane on the ground. Hah… oh that moment was precious.
We landed easily. Not much too it. Unless you forget to let the wheels down first, then you're kind of in trouble. But I didn't! So we landed pretty safely. Well I mean, you know… it was a little bumpy but…
"YOU CRASHED THE PLANE AGAIN!" Kory's face is pure red.
"Well… I wouldn't say crashed…"
"Above all that, you crashed it into the airport." Texas points out, her red hair blowing in the wind making it look like her head was on fire… hehe.
"Again… wouldn't say I crashed it." I say quietly.
"That might have been the only way out of this country!" Bavaria seemed to have been stuck on leaving here before we even got here.
"What if there were people in there?" Reaver, mouth hanging half open.
"It was more like dented…"
"It's possible." Russia doesn't rule it out.
"Not even dented really…"
"They might have had a cure!" Bipolar says. Hadn't noticed she changed back to schooly-preppy-annoying-bitch girl.
"More like scratched…"
" And it's cold!" She adds. I hear Charlotte whimper, and realize the only people not talking right now were her, Fairbanks and Emmett.
"Alright. Anyone else want to yell at me?" I look directly at those three. No response. "Great, then let's at least fix one problem by going inside.
"It'll be cold in there too! You smashed through all the windows!" Bipolar says.
"Not all of them."
"Guys, lay off her. None of you could have even flown the plane." Emmett says, laying his arm around my shoulders like a shield. Didn't work.
"Oh how hard could it be?" Kory asks.
"Minneapolis, it's not that we're mad it's just-"
"No I'm pretty sure we're mad!" Texas interrupts Canada.
"Guys-" Emmett tries.
"You killed our last chance of survival!" Bipolar screeches. When will she change back to that confused mental patient we all know and love?
"WELL WHAT IF SHE DIDN'T?" Fairbanks had decided to speak up now. Well, thanks. "We don't know for sure if the small damage she caused had any impact on this place. So what if a few gates got ruined. There may not even have been people there. It's not likely thinking we haven't seen anyone else here. And so what if she made a small mistake. It's not like you all haven't! So just stop, okay? Isn't what we're all going through bad enough?" She shakes her head. Wow.
"You alright?" Emmett asks low enough for only me to hear.
I smile and nod, "Of course," I was used to the yelling anyways. No different from before everything changed.
"They'll calm down eventually." He whispers into my hair. I almost puke at the thought of him being this close but hey, the comfort was a little necessary considering my current stress level.
That's when we hear the clicking.
Click, clop, click, clop…
Almost like a horse… almost like…
"Welcome." Half smiles a blonde-gray haired lady. Wrinkles covering most of her face, but besides had strict and serious blue eyes, was a small and wearing a suit. I soon see the source of the clicking, high heels.
We all stare at her.
"I'm Charlotte. I work with the VKG das Volks Katastrophe Gesellschaft. Or in America the NDC, the National Disaster Corporation.
"They have a corporation for that?" Emmett asks.
She ignores him, "I'm sure you've had a long day. Please, follow me to our head quarters." She pivots and clicks off. We kind of all just stand there, still confused. Then follow her.
"So when did this start… y'know, here?" Kory asks Charlotte.
"The disease began to spread approximately two and a half months ago." She answers, not turning to face him as she talks.
"So you've had time to prepare. How many survivors are there? Are you working on a cure? Do you know how this start-" Charlotte stops walking, stopping us in our tracks.
"I suggest you keep any further questions to yourself, and your mouth shut." She says, her accent heavy with German. Kory nods, I think she may be scarier than Russia. Charlotte takes us down an elevator, then takes us down a long, damp hallway. And then down an even scarier mine elevator- like thing. Where we end up in an underground room, filled with equipment, light, and survivors.
"Welcome to VKG Headquarters." Charlotte says.
Hey okay so I'm sorry if Volks Katastrophe Gesellschaft aren't the right words, I had to use google translate so you guys probably feel my pain. Anyways hope you enjoyed it(:
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