The Lost Journal Part 2 (A Secret Apocalypse Story) Read Free Page B

They were going to try and get to
wherever their extraction point was. The problem with their plan was the
extraction point was probably crawling with infected.
    Suddenly the
thumping of rotor blades filled the sky.
    A Blackhawk
helicopter flew in low over the surrounding buildings and set down at the city
end of the harbor. A group of men in black were running for their lives towards
it. In the middle of the group was Maria. She was protected on all sides by the
soldiers.
    They carried
and hurried her towards the waiting chopper.
    Maria was
running hunched over. She was not trying to escape. The rest of the soldiers
provided cover fire and so did I. If anything was to happen to Maria, I
wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I made the call to leave her. And at that
moment I thought she wasn’t going to make it.
    "She’s not
going to make it."
    They are
being chased by hundreds of infected. And for a second I think to myself there
is no way.
    It’s all my
fault.
    They are not
going to make it.
    There’s too
many.
    Missiles
streaked in from high above the city skyline, slamming into the road outside of
the casino. The warheads erupted in a wall of fire.
    The
foundations of the casino building were rocked again and the whole building was
partially destroyed. The whole building began to sway.
    More
missiles.
    The force of
the warheads pressed into my body. The heat from the explosions burned my face
and I had to look away. When I looked back the tank had been completely blown
apart. Armored steel and iron had been scattered in all directions, all over
the road and the harbor.
    The missiles
were heavy duty. Tank busting missiles. Hellfire missiles. Hovering above the
sky scrapers, out near the main harbor were the gunships.
    The Apache
helicopters.
    Two more
hellfire missiles streaked towards the horde of infected, dangerously close to
the Blackhawk and Maria. The missiles cleared out a large number of infected.
The gunships hovered in closer, using their chain guns to pick off the
remaining infected.
    The chase
was over.
    The Apaches
fell back in a hurry. They flew up and out of the harbor. Towards the inner
city. Their job was not over. Nowhere near over.
    The men in
black carried Maria into the chopper.
    They took
off immediately.
    And I
actually let out a cheer.
    I looked
around for another point of cover. Maybe I could even make a run for it to one
of the skyscrapers in the city, I thought. Rest up for a few days.
    I decided to
wait until all of the soldiers had completely fallen back. I did not want to
risk being spotted.
    The
Blackhawk took off slowly and moved out over the water. But then once again,
everything went straight to hell.
    The tail of
the Blackhawk swung out violently. The whole chopper began to spiral. It was
out of control like the damn thing had been hit by an RPG, or one of those
hellfire missiles.
    It continued
to spiral.
    There was no
stopping it. The pilot had lost control.
    A split
second later the Blackhawk crashed in the harbor. Right in the water.
    Only the strong survive

    The rest of the men in black had cleared out. They were either dead or had
retreated, under the impression that their target was secure.
    I was
scanning the water, looking for survivors.
    All I could
see were bodies.
    Infected or
not. I couldn’t tell.
    I fired off
a couple of rounds but then realized there was really no point. Before I even
realized what I was doing, I was up and running for the chopper. I’d left the
safety of my hiding spot, exposed for any sniper or any soldier with a half
decent aim. Exposed to the infected.
    I braced
myself for a bullet in the back. But the shot never came.
    I kept
running.
    The voice in
my head kept yelling at me. Blaming me.
    "This is all
your fault."
    "You left
her."
    "You made
the call."
    "If she’s
dead now, it’s all on you."
    "Her blood.
Your head."
    "No. It was
the right thing. We had to leave her. It was the right thing to do. Maria needs
out of here, out of this city, out