to the cockpit, and looked in the chart compartment. I couldn't find any info. Some of the smaller planes I have flown needed maybe 1,000 ft, with beta. This bird didn't have beta controls. I had to take a guess. I would probably need 1,500 ft minimum. John said that he thought it might work.
John and I brought our weapons up, and carefully approached the tower entry doors. John opened the door and I took point. The elevator was obviously out so we had to take the stairs. We shut and latched the door behind us. We quietly ascended. There were windows at the top of every flight overlooking the runway. I heard and saw nothing until we got to the top of the stairs. I saw a coagulated pool of blood sitting in front of the tower control centre door.
I motioned for John to look. I walked up to the door, slowly opened it, and jumped in ready to blast. I didn't expect to see this… One of the controllers had taken out four of those things, and I then, probably out of despair, had turned his pistol on himself and did the same. I opened up the doors to the observation deck and John and I threw the bodies over the side, opposite the side the aircraft was on.
John and I went back down stairs to unload the H2. We brought everything into the lower just to be careful. Locked up the hummer' and went upstairs to plan.
John expressed to me that he would not leave his dog in the basement to starve to death. I understood. John told me that he would take the H2, and meet me at the racetrack, and then we would both go to the house in the H2 together. I would have to fly the bird and land safely at the track. I had many hours in military aircraft, but never in a Cessna. It was going to be risky, but necessary.
I calculated that it would only take me around 35 minutes to do the start-up checklist get airborne and be over the track. This meant that in order to conserve fuel, John was going to have to leave before I did. It was a two-hour trip for him. I showed John my calculations and he agreed it would be best he leave first.
2243 hrs
Dark outside. Only fires can be seen in the distance. Found some airport departure/approach plates for this airstrip. It was a good thing too. Found out that there is a water tower two hundred feet high, off the departure end of the runway. I would never have seen it in time with all the smoke. Now at least I know what general direction to fly when I get off the ground. It's time for sleep now.
January 25th, 0700 hrs
It was time to fly the coop, literally. John and I went outside this morning and looked down at the base of the tower. Apparently we had made too much noise. There were ten of them walking around the tower, bumping into it, making metal tapping sounds. I distracted them as John threw the non-breakable supplies to the ground so that we would not have to make multiple trips.
John came over to me and handed me his 22. I told him I would take care of them while he consolidated the supplies. Visibility was still only around 100 yards.
I shot the creatures and quickly helped John with the last of the supplies. We made it down the stairs without incident. I took what I needed for the flight, i.e. my guns, some food and water, and left John with the rest. I asked John if he was sure. He said yes. I told him I would meet him at the track at 0930 hours. Last night we took a portable radio from the tower, so John could reach me on 121.5 when we needed to talk. It was the aviation distress frequency. Doubt anyone would mind.
John got in the Hummer and drove off. I got in the aircraft, and locked the doors, and started checking everything I could for the wait. All the smoke in the air and poor visibility must be fucking their senses up. I figured that those gunshots would have attracted more. I Jim getting scared, and am leaving now…
0812 hrs
I'm in the air now. Aircraft is trimmed up (so I can go hands
John and I brought our weapons up, and carefully approached the tower entry doors. John opened the door and I took point. The elevator was obviously out so we had to take the stairs. We shut and latched the door behind us. We quietly ascended. There were windows at the top of every flight overlooking the runway. I heard and saw nothing until we got to the top of the stairs. I saw a coagulated pool of blood sitting in front of the tower control centre door.
I motioned for John to look. I walked up to the door, slowly opened it, and jumped in ready to blast. I didn't expect to see this… One of the controllers had taken out four of those things, and I then, probably out of despair, had turned his pistol on himself and did the same. I opened up the doors to the observation deck and John and I threw the bodies over the side, opposite the side the aircraft was on.
John and I went back down stairs to unload the H2. We brought everything into the lower just to be careful. Locked up the hummer' and went upstairs to plan.
John expressed to me that he would not leave his dog in the basement to starve to death. I understood. John told me that he would take the H2, and meet me at the racetrack, and then we would both go to the house in the H2 together. I would have to fly the bird and land safely at the track. I had many hours in military aircraft, but never in a Cessna. It was going to be risky, but necessary.
I calculated that it would only take me around 35 minutes to do the start-up checklist get airborne and be over the track. This meant that in order to conserve fuel, John was going to have to leave before I did. It was a two-hour trip for him. I showed John my calculations and he agreed it would be best he leave first.
2243 hrs
Dark outside. Only fires can be seen in the distance. Found some airport departure/approach plates for this airstrip. It was a good thing too. Found out that there is a water tower two hundred feet high, off the departure end of the runway. I would never have seen it in time with all the smoke. Now at least I know what general direction to fly when I get off the ground. It's time for sleep now.
January 25th, 0700 hrs
It was time to fly the coop, literally. John and I went outside this morning and looked down at the base of the tower. Apparently we had made too much noise. There were ten of them walking around the tower, bumping into it, making metal tapping sounds. I distracted them as John threw the non-breakable supplies to the ground so that we would not have to make multiple trips.
John came over to me and handed me his 22. I told him I would take care of them while he consolidated the supplies. Visibility was still only around 100 yards.
I shot the creatures and quickly helped John with the last of the supplies. We made it down the stairs without incident. I took what I needed for the flight, i.e. my guns, some food and water, and left John with the rest. I asked John if he was sure. He said yes. I told him I would meet him at the track at 0930 hours. Last night we took a portable radio from the tower, so John could reach me on 121.5 when we needed to talk. It was the aviation distress frequency. Doubt anyone would mind.
John got in the Hummer and drove off. I got in the aircraft, and locked the doors, and started checking everything I could for the wait. All the smoke in the air and poor visibility must be fucking their senses up. I figured that those gunshots would have attracted more. I Jim getting scared, and am leaving now…
0812 hrs
I'm in the air now. Aircraft is trimmed up (so I can go hands
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