It had to be fate. Or God. What we were doing was wrong. I know that now.
But these are different times. These are times of death.
I still remember how bumpy the flight was that night. It wasn't exactly supposed to be a smooth ride, but when your command sends you on mission, you don't ask him if you can wait for a nicer day.
Strange thing is, it hasn't rained a day since.
The mission was simple. It had to be God, god punishing us for what we were trying to do.
You see, it hadn't exactly been done before...
Ever since the outbreak, people had changed. At first, they clung onto their countries and their ideals, but that s$%# fades fast when death has a face...and teeth...and is about to chop down on your a$#.
People moved to what they knew, small groups of people that could get weapons and protect themselves against the endless run of death that charged at them.
But these...collectives...they soon realized that they weren't happy with only what they had. Shouldn't have surprised anyone. And maybe for the smart ones, it didn't. The moment you get too secure, you start to ponder, you wish, you...desire. And you look out over the range and you wonder who else has it good out there and how you can get some of that good and make it yours.
That's when these groups started to attack each other. It wasn't long before it wasn't just them you had to worry about. It was the guy next to you, and the base next to you. Little collectives of jerks that thought they could take what you had and if you tried to stop them, they'd shoot you right in the head and feed you to them.
Soon groups were gathering together. Civilization reborn...but different.
The smarter leaders outwitted opponents who were lazy or too lustful and took them out, absorbed their resources and grew.
Until select leaders formed. The New World.
It was their way or you woke up on the other side of the wall waiting to be someone's lunch.
The idea was crazy. Never heard of such barbaric BS in my day. When I was in the military before all this, there were rules. Honor...but this...the world has changed.
We flew up in the chop. Strong winds that seemed like threats from God. Turn around. Don't do it. The thought was...but that's why he was in charged.
The plane jolted again. Our platoon sat there looking at one another. The roar of the engines, the snap of lightening and crackle of thunder all tried to drown out and distract us from the real noise...them.
I turned over to The Cage. It was full of them. The mission was ruthless. We were sent in with support to take out any anti aircraft before we reached our drop point. Even though the metal bars held them back, their voracity was incredible. None of the men looked at them, and all of us kept our finger close to the trigger.
We were nearing our drop point.
Another base. Our commander had come up with a much "easier way" of dealing with our enemies. Capture and release. Chaos from within. Handling these creatures made me feel unclean. And maybe it did make me unclean, maybe it was fate's way of shouting at us that we were doing something wrong.
A bright flash and then the noise of the explosion ruptured into the bay. Shrapnel pours into the room, the man across from me takes a metal shard to the neck. A zombie falls suddenly in his cage as a piece careens in and removes part of his head before it ricochets, lands into the shoulder of another beast, it wails but you can't hear it over the noise. My eyes see movement and turn away as I feel a warm pain shoot across my face.
Darkness. For a second.
The loud roar of the dying engines bleeds out into the cargo hold. I grab on to the netting as the plane lurches suddenly.
To my right a guy is bleeding around the metal that pierces through him and into the plane.
The plane drops suddenly and I realize that we are all going to die here.
The cage sways open and the first of them come out.
And that's when the lights go out. Falling. Stabilizing. Then the plane falls again
My stomach is crawling up higher into my throat with every sudden jolt.
How did they know?
This is not happening.
One of the creatures grabs the man next to him and I aim and fire in between blackouts.
It's then I realize the truth. This plane is on it's way down.