Eagle One’s pilots had received no communication back from the tower at Louisville International Airport. It was also strange was that they had not picked up any comms from any other aircraft when they entered Louisville’s airspace responsibility.
“Can this shit spread this quickly and be this devastating? I mean, no response from the tower, no aircraft identified in the general area. It’s just nuts,” the pilot proclaimed.
“From what we have seen since this shit started, I can believe it. People don’t see the infected as anything less than their friends or family at the start, and then when the shit hits the fan, they realize something is horribly wrong way too late. That’s how they get close enough to bite or they just overpower them,” Webb stated.
The pilot buzzed over a few times, and the scene was like Fort Wayne Airport, only a hundred times worse. Webb was taking in the scene and the seven levels of Hell from Daunte’s Inferno came to mind. This place literally looked like an esoteric scholar would have described as Hell or what Hell should look like.
There were fires all over the airport, they destroyed planes, bodies littered the ground and pools of blood covered multiple areas. Buildings ravaged and fires rolled out the windows. Papers and furniture littered the ground, while husks of bodies hung out of broken windows.
A massive wave of dread froze Webb’s heart as he looked upon the “End of Days”. The rest of the team were just as dumbfounded by what they were witnessing.
“I spent some time in Somalia, Uganda and the Congo and have seen mass destruction, massacre and complete annihilation of villages. Nothing I saw was even close to this scale,” Dr. Costa muttered. She had tears in her eyes as she spoke. She watched as the scenes of Armageddon rushed past her eyes. “My God, what have they done?” she cried.
Webb didn’t know who she was talking about, seeing how many people were culpable. Was she talking about the Dutch and German scientists who created the first strain? Was it the faction of Iranian, Palestinian, and Pakistani scientists who distorted and corrupted the strain to their warped sense of satisfaction? Or was it the ISIS fighters who stole the strain and exposed the world to it? It was difficult to nail down who she really held responsible for what she was witnessing right now.
Kennedy put a soft hand on her shoulder, which startled her at first. She quickly calmed down and gave him a smile in appreciation.
“Well, it’s your call Capt.” the pilot verbalized. “What do you want to do?”
Webb thought for a few seconds, “I have an idea. Take us down to about twenty feet off the deck and hover.”
“Sir?”
“Let’s see if it will draw out any infected still in the immediate area. We are getting ambushed a lot and I am tiring of it. I think it might be because these things are still thinking and aren’t mindless. Even animal predators have the basic instincts of stalking their prey. Ambushing, springing traps and working together to achieve their results. I have a theory that the infected hold a certain amount of that function in their brains, recall it and act on that instinct.”
Webb keyed squad comms, “Everyone be ready. We will see if the kids want to come out and play today.” They all acknowledged and opened the side doors to provide lanes of fire, just in case things went to shit. The pilot did as instructed and descended to about 10 feet off the deck and hovered. All held their breath as they waited for what might happen next, and for 30 seconds, nothing did. Just then, a throng of infected came out of all directions screaming and shrieking, heading toward the helicopter.
“Oh no, look at them all,” Shin said in amazement.
“Yeah, there have to be thousands,” Neville replied. As the horde rushed out, they began throwing debris at the chopper.
“Shit,” the pilot yelled. Several objects clanged off the sides and bottom of the helicopter. The front windshield was then covered in a brown substance like mud, which made visibility impossible. “Son of a bitch,” the pilot exclaimed, as he turned on the wipers, just smearing the substance. It made visibility worse, and then the stench reached everyone’s noses.
“What the fuck who shit themselves?” Neville yelled.
Webb answered, “No way, is that what they just threw at us? It’s what is on the windshield.”
“Can you become infected with bodily fluids?” Shin asked Dr. Costa.
Dr. Costa showed a face like she was thinking for a moment, then answered in an agitated state, ”In the original strain, contagion was not an issue. Somehow, in the original strain’s defilement, they have altered the primary chemical bonds between the fundamental elements. My educated guess, from what I have witnessed in the last 48-72 hours, is that yes, it is quite possible to contract the virus through other bodily fluids. Just as long as those fluids haven’t been absent from the body for a prolonged period.”
“Fuck me running,” Webb said. “They can now make weapons from their shit and piss, spreading the virus.”
The pilot yelled back, “Buckle in, we got to get out of their range.” The pilot jerked the chopper to the right to escape a group of infected throwing the bags of body fluids. People had unbuckled to get a look out the window at the devastating carnage, and it threw Kennedy out of his seat and onto the deck. He came down on his knees hard and let out a howl of pain as they threw a bag through the door. The bag burst, dousing everything with the liquid.
“What the hell was that?” Kennedy yelled. He was covered in the fluid. “Fucking got in my mouth.”
Shin smelled his sleeve, which had some liquid. “Ah, Captain his is urine. It smells like urine.”
“Holy fuck, he’s right.” Neville adds as he smells his own clothes.
Kennedy’s eyes bugged out of his head. “It’s in my mouth. That fucking shit is in my mouth!”
There was a loud bang, followed by a repeated scraping sound. Before anyone could react, a deafening crack echoed and then warning wails started sounding, as the Blackhawk started spinning out of control. “Fucking hell, we just lost the tail rotor.” The pilot yelled.
Webb yelled, “Hold on!”
Neville and Shin reached out to grab Kennedy, but the Blackhawk ti