Hey guys… So… another chapter… yeah.
We had to barricade the doors on the subway before we reached the next stop. There were lots of left over items from the citizens that used to live here. When I picked up a teddy bear lying on the floor, I almost cried.
You could pretty much imagine everyone trying to escape as the people around them started to transform into brain hungry monsters. The fear they might've felt. And you can always imagine that one person that was prepared for this thinking fuck yeah! I told all you bitches this day would come!
And on rare occasion, you could imagine that grandma who had the will to kill everyone that tried to eat her. Those were always my favorite images that came to my mind when searching through stuff. Until you found another one of those things that tugged on your heart. A family photograph, a lost toy, wedding rings, etc.
"How many more stops do we have?" I ask Emmett, looking outside the windows of our train to see if we were going to be out of this tunnel soon.
"Two," He's looking at the map. By the time we got off the subway system, we'd be close to Poland. I was hoping there wouldn't be an airport to far from there, and we could get out of this dreaded continent. Not that I wouldn't love it if it weren't infested with zombies.
"After the next stop we need to get everything away from the doors, okay?" I ask, thinking about getting new vehicles after we got out of the subway system.
"No problem." Reaver nods. Sure enough the next stop comes, and our barricades are once again put to great use. Through the window you can hear a zombie's head turn with the sound of the train, it must sense us inside, because it lets out a loud screech and tries to run through the door. Silly zombie, brains are for humans.
The doors close, and the train shakes as it starts to move again. The guys start to tear down our make shift walls. "Everyone ready?" I ask, preparing my axe.
"You know it." Texas got her knives ready.
"Do you have a plan, Minneapolis?" Russia asks, moving a suitcase away from the door.
"Always do," I lie. Improvising is more my thing.
"Alright, we're ready to move." Kory says, moving the last brief case.
"This'll be easier than herder chickens." Jay exclaims, examining his sword.
"Here we go," Reaver looks out the window as the train pulls to a stop. We were out of the tunnel now, in daylight.
"See any cars?" I ask, trying to find some.
"Yeah, there's actually one with its door left open, maybe the keys are still in the ignition." Bavaria says hopefully. The doors slide open and we rush out of the train, a few zombies started to follow us. We made our way for a few of the cars left sitting on the street. I check all the doors that are closed. Texas, Fairbanks, Charlotte and Nick get into the car they found that was still open. The keys must've been in the ignition like Bavaria said, because it started right away. Emmett, Bavaria, Bipolar and Kory find another car. Now it's just Reaver, Jay, Russia and me. Finally we Reaver finds a shiny blue truck. We hop in and thank god there are keys in this one, too. Whoever owned this must've been in a big hurry.
"Everyone else got a car, right?" Reaver asks me, shifting the truck into reverse.
"I think so." I nod.
"Alright, good." He runs over a few zombies and clicks it into drive. We make it safely onto a highway, the others join us within minutes. I heave a sigh of relief. Now just to find that airport.
"Let me know if you guys see a sign for an airport." I say.
"That was really close." Russia observes.
"Yes, it was." Reaver agrees.
"Sorry guys." I apologize.
"I still think you're wound up way too tight." Reaver observes.
"Tighter than a skeeter's ass in a nose dive." Jay agrees.
"What?" Russia asks.
"Tighter than…" Reaver tries to think of one.
"Guys, that's enough." I shake my head, annoyed.
"She's wound up tighter than the girdle of a Baptist minister's
wife at an all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast!" Jay adds.
"Jay, shut up." I hiss.
"And busier than a cat covering up shit on a concrete floor."
"What does that even mean?" Russia cries.
"It means she's got a lot on her plate." Reaver pokes me. I cross my arms.
"Hey, look at that!" Jay points at a sign. Szczecin lotnisko. I wondered why this particular sign had caught his attention, when I see the little image of an airplane next to it.
"Can you get us there?" I ask Reaver. He nods, and takes a quick turn onto an exit. We pull into the airport drop off and we all get out. The other two cars park behind us.
"Tell me you are not flying the plane again." Emmett says.
"Who's going to fly it then?" I ask, not being able to recall anyone else with flying experience but myself.
"You mean who's going to crash it." Emmett laughs. I shove him. We walk into the doors of the airport very quietly.
"Be careful, now." Jay cautions.
"No." I say sarcastically. I see two dark eyes, than hear a thwack.
"It's alright. I got it." Fairbanks whispers. Right.
"Where's the damn control room?" Russia asks, opening a door to reveal only a janitor's closet.
"It should be around here somewhere." Nick observes a map of the airport.
"Here." I open a door and it's filled with computer screens.
"I was right, of course." Nick nods.
"Watch it!" Jay hits a zombie that rushes out from the door I had just opened. "Them zombies can be slicker than a harpooned hippo on a banana tree." I head into the control room while Texas and Nick stand guard. I start sifting through some of the papers, but Nick's whistling distracts me.
"Shut up!" I screech.
"Sorry," He stops. I then continue searching. Finally I find a delayed flight that had just made it to its gate before everything went wrong. It was going to Townsville, Australia.
"Here we go, everyone head down to gate G-17." I say, exiting the control room. We begin to make our journey from one end of the airport to another. A few zombies on the way, but for the most part it was too bad. Except Russia goes a little crazy and takes a whole bunch of emotions out on one particular zombie.
"Ain't no point in beatin' a dead horse…" Jay says, then walks over to the deformed zombie, "'Course can't hurt none either." He kicks it.
"Here's our gate." I say, pulling a lever to open the door. "We'll be okay now, but remember to take out the pilots on board.
"Right," Bavaria nods, heading in first. The lights are dim, but it isn't terrible. Right away Reaver and Emmett kill what were once the pilots and flight attendants.
"Ready for takeoff," Emmett salutes me, I push him out of my way, smiling, and sit down in the pilot's chair. He heads back to check the rest of the plane for zombies. I sigh, exhausted. We haven't rested in awhile, not since the farmhouse. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes for a second.
"Told you, you have too much on your plate." I flinch at Jay's voice, he sat down in the chair next to me.
"Yeah, I know." I say, opening my eyes and turning on the engine. "Hopefully we'll be safe soon, and I won't have to worry about everyone."
Jay frowns, than pats my head and stands up, "Don't worry too much about it. Just do all you can do and let the rough end drag." He leaves me alone to fly the plane. The sun's starting to set, and it's quiet for the first time in ages. I start to speed up as I find a clear road to takeoff on. I flicked on the seatbelt sign and smiled to myself. Then pushed the stick forward and the front wheels lifted us into the sky, the orange and purple clouds, streaked with pink blood.
Hoped you enjoyed this chapter! If anyone wants to make me some Australian OCs I would be verys very grateful!:D
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