couldn’t have been anymore than a couple of miles away. Maybe less.
As Daniel continued to circle, we flew into some more rough turbulence. Extremely rough.
"This is no good," Daniel said. "We're flying blind. I'm gonna have to climb out of this dust storm. Hang on everybody."
I was starting to freak out. I could see the strain on the men's faces. Ethan was awake now. He looked confused, worried, like he already knew something was wrong.
Just then the chopper was rocked by a huge force. The noise inside the cabin sounded like an explosion
"Holly Mother of Christ!" Griffin shouted. "That’s not turbulence!"
Were we being shot at? Did something just hit us? I thought this area was supposed to be quiet. I thought Ethan said the military had retreated out of the city?
The sinking feeling in stomach returned once again and we started to free fall. I heard a loud screeching noise, metal tearing, another explosion. It had to be an explosion. A huge blast of air sucked and pulled at us. The entire back section of the Osprey, the ramp, everything was gone. It was just ripped apart by something, a missile or anti-aircraft gunfire. And now it was gone.
The wind was roaring through the cabin. It's hard to describe, but the wind sounded alive, like it was roaring and grunting. It sounded animalistic. The noise and the force of the wind rapidly intensified. The seat I was strapped into started to strain and buckle. The bolts started to loosen, the whole section of the cabin started to shriek.
My seat lurched forward. The soldiers across from me, Ethan, Griffin and Smitty were holding on for dear life. My seat and the whole row of seats on my side lurched forward again. Smitty reached out for me but he was too far away. My seat broke free from its supports and I was sucked out into the swirling red dust storm.
Chapter 12
I had no idea how high up I was. I remember Daniel said he was going to climb out of the dust storm which must've meant we gained altitude. I’m pretty sure that saved my life in the end. I was free- falling and spinning out of control. I was somersaulting head over ass. Luckily I had my hand firmly gripped on the handle of my parachute. I’d grabbed it as soon as we started bouncing around.
I pulled the handle and the chute opened immediately, slowing my descent but I was still coming in fast. I guess we weren’t that high up after all.
I managed to catch a glimpse of the Osprey, smoking and spiraling out of control. And then all of a sudden it was swallowed up by the swirling red dust and I lost sight of it. I heard it crash to the ground, though. Maybe two or three miles away. But I couldn't be sure. How could I when I couldn’t see a damn thing? I was completely disorientated. Did the others survive? Did they jump in time? How could they jump out and use their parachutes when they were still strapped into their seats? Everything happened so quickly. There was no warning. No time.
I came in fast, skimming the tops of trees and at that point I thought my brain had stopped working. It wasn’t making sense of the situation. Too much shock and awe, too much adrenalin. I remember thinking we crashed in the middle of the city! Why am I landing in a forest?
And just then my parachute finally caught enough wind and created enough drag so I straightened up. For a second it felt like I was just hanging in mid-air. Suspended and frozen in time. That was one of the worst moments of this whole ordeal. Just knowing I was falling back into the apocalypse. I was terrified. I was supposed to be going in with the best Special Forces team in the world or black ops team or whatever the hell they call themselves. I was supposed to be going in with the elite. I was supposed to be protected, staying out of harm’s way. An advisor, their insurance policy. We were supposed to stick to the rooftops of the skyscrapers, to the high ground. We were supposed to use the Osprey to get around, far above the
As Daniel continued to circle, we flew into some more rough turbulence. Extremely rough.
"This is no good," Daniel said. "We're flying blind. I'm gonna have to climb out of this dust storm. Hang on everybody."
I was starting to freak out. I could see the strain on the men's faces. Ethan was awake now. He looked confused, worried, like he already knew something was wrong.
Just then the chopper was rocked by a huge force. The noise inside the cabin sounded like an explosion
"Holly Mother of Christ!" Griffin shouted. "That’s not turbulence!"
Were we being shot at? Did something just hit us? I thought this area was supposed to be quiet. I thought Ethan said the military had retreated out of the city?
The sinking feeling in stomach returned once again and we started to free fall. I heard a loud screeching noise, metal tearing, another explosion. It had to be an explosion. A huge blast of air sucked and pulled at us. The entire back section of the Osprey, the ramp, everything was gone. It was just ripped apart by something, a missile or anti-aircraft gunfire. And now it was gone.
The wind was roaring through the cabin. It's hard to describe, but the wind sounded alive, like it was roaring and grunting. It sounded animalistic. The noise and the force of the wind rapidly intensified. The seat I was strapped into started to strain and buckle. The bolts started to loosen, the whole section of the cabin started to shriek.
My seat lurched forward. The soldiers across from me, Ethan, Griffin and Smitty were holding on for dear life. My seat and the whole row of seats on my side lurched forward again. Smitty reached out for me but he was too far away. My seat broke free from its supports and I was sucked out into the swirling red dust storm.
Chapter 12
I had no idea how high up I was. I remember Daniel said he was going to climb out of the dust storm which must've meant we gained altitude. I’m pretty sure that saved my life in the end. I was free- falling and spinning out of control. I was somersaulting head over ass. Luckily I had my hand firmly gripped on the handle of my parachute. I’d grabbed it as soon as we started bouncing around.
I pulled the handle and the chute opened immediately, slowing my descent but I was still coming in fast. I guess we weren’t that high up after all.
I managed to catch a glimpse of the Osprey, smoking and spiraling out of control. And then all of a sudden it was swallowed up by the swirling red dust and I lost sight of it. I heard it crash to the ground, though. Maybe two or three miles away. But I couldn't be sure. How could I when I couldn’t see a damn thing? I was completely disorientated. Did the others survive? Did they jump in time? How could they jump out and use their parachutes when they were still strapped into their seats? Everything happened so quickly. There was no warning. No time.
I came in fast, skimming the tops of trees and at that point I thought my brain had stopped working. It wasn’t making sense of the situation. Too much shock and awe, too much adrenalin. I remember thinking we crashed in the middle of the city! Why am I landing in a forest?
And just then my parachute finally caught enough wind and created enough drag so I straightened up. For a second it felt like I was just hanging in mid-air. Suspended and frozen in time. That was one of the worst moments of this whole ordeal. Just knowing I was falling back into the apocalypse. I was terrified. I was supposed to be going in with the best Special Forces team in the world or black ops team or whatever the hell they call themselves. I was supposed to be going in with the elite. I was supposed to be protected, staying out of harm’s way. An advisor, their insurance policy. We were supposed to stick to the rooftops of the skyscrapers, to the high ground. We were supposed to use the Osprey to get around, far above the
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