The Tale of a Human's Sanity

Atrocities. Whiteness.

An upside down flag, waving from the calm breeze of the wind with a small tear in the left side, residing on a pole that sits upon a small tower, near a castle. The view of a castle below, along with a town surrounding it in the distance. A town that looked like it is in ruins after all it has seen, after all that has happened. A bunch of beings roam around the areas, trying to salvage anything that did remain after all the battles that have taken place. Snow, slowly falling in the air, onto the ground, as in the background, the scenery of the mountains can be seen in all their glory, somehow not affected by all that has happened. Luckily.

The small noise of a helicopter slowly came closer towards the top of the tower where the flag was being held by a pole. The noise became louder, and louder, before just moving to the right as the Helicopter turned a hard right, flying towards what’s left of the city, is located in, before another Helicopter was chasing the one in front, attempting to shoot rockets to destroy it and the people inside controlling the rotorcraft. Defining something that cannot be comprehensible.

“I can’t shake this guy!” A man yelled out over a radio inter-com, as the Helicopter swerved right, narrowly missing the rockets as it crashed into a building that had been staying upright until now, falling over the side. This man was the pilot, as over time grew increasingly frustrated and nervous about the enemy they were up against, and how he was trying to fly away from them.

“Just hit the brakes and keep her steady!” A man yelled out, replying, being at the helm of a minigun, attempted to avoid the flying debris that was going in to his eyes, before shooting at the following Helicopter. He wanted the undead gone from the sky. He didn’t want to take any risks about what the enemy could do with this kind of weaponry, this kind of aircraft, against a civilisation that has never seen anything like it. Yet.

“Are you out of your mind?” A third man yelled towards the man at the helm of the minigun, welding a sniper rifle sitting on the cabin doors’ floor, on the opposite side of the minigun. He attempted to take pot-shots at the people that they were being chased by, or scouting any on-coming Chopters if any came their way. He knew what would happen if these targets were taken out, but he couldn’t believe that is was indeed possible to be ridden of them.

“Trust me!” Phil answered, shooting at the windows of the perusing Chopter, before an undead man fell out uncontrollably, unable to balance himself once bullets had been pummelled into his system and the Chopters’. Fire began to spit out from the Tail rotors as black smoke began spurting into the air, the Chopter losing control as it began to spin out wildly. The man at the helm of the opposite Chopter died as his corpse fell out before the Chopter exploded, sent flying into the far ground below. His own Chopter had already flown away from the castle and the city, towards the mountainous region.

“Got ‘em down!” He yelled in slight relief at the other two men, that an enemy was down and that he took take a small breather, now that the undead were now definitely dead. Or, at least unable to kill any more innocent civilians that didn’t deserve an early death in their life. Though the mountainside is going to go through a… remodelling stage of sorts. Though the City, the devastated farmland around the central area (and maybe the mountains) can be repaired from any damage that could have been caused. And the causalities will always be remembered throughout time… at least that’s what he hoped.

“Wasn’t the last of ‘em!” The scout-sniper yelled, spotting more undead-piloted Helicopters making their way towards them. He was still in a form a shock after realising the past events that transpired. He still wondered how the hell undead-zombie like figures managed to control a Helicopter. It must have been some sort of dark magic that he couldn’t comprehend.

“Gotta visual!” He then replied as the former Helicopter exploded mid-air, being sent into the mountain side. For the slightest of seconds, thought he had seen something in his vision. But maybe he was seeing things. It was probably nothing. The two more Helicopters that appeared in front of him wasn’t any imagination. He was seeing things. He didn’t know why he was. He shook his head off the thought. It didn’t matter now, as the fate of his life and his two mates were in the hands of death.

What did matter now was killing these fuckers so they couldn’t be a threat anymore. He began shooting towards the closest Chopter, while the second was moving further away in the distance. It was harder for both parties to get any type of shot against the other. But depending on where the party target their bullets, it was easier and quickly for the opposing Helicopter to blow up. To his advantage, the undead’s Chopters were lightly smaller, their armour was weaker and more worn-out, and their engines were working just enough to be usable.

It only took seconds before he managed to shoot down the first Helicopter, spinning out and exploding into one random mountain as the air fight moved into the mountain environment. No one knew how much damage the ground will be from the falling copters and the debris that would have an effect on the environment. But he wondered how the buildings would be repaired if the Chopters crashed into them, how they would heal the environment, how the Chopters wouldn’t kill anyone if they did crash. But he shook off the thought again as the fight was still ongoing. No time to think right now. And… it was only mountains.

The second undead helicopter came closer into view while the first helicopter was already grounded, as the fight still seemed to be flying over several mountains, as there wasn’t any other city in sight, as the chopter was hurdling towards the ground. The undead helicopter seemed too straight and slightly upwards, as he had slight difficulty attempting to shoot him down, but it was easier for him as their armour hulls were weak and their engine and fuel tanks were exposed when their armour fell off. It also helped that some of the undead were blasted off when they were shot at and truly dead, making the helicopter unmanned. This could be their own downfall, but they’ve yet too seen it happen. He was unsure over why this was.

The copter span out of control, exploding mid-air as the screams of the undead could be heard as they were hurdled into the air, plunging towards the ground. “Got em’!” He yelled as their Helicopter was moving towards a small town in a plains-like area, where it only seemed to be mountains surrounding the area. After who knows how long. No one payed attention. Didn’t matter. Town had some clouds in the sky. Where the view of certain parts of the town would seem beautiful and peaceful in a way.

However everything wasn’t so peaceful in this floating town in the plains, as there were two opposing armies fighting for control over the area. Clashing, punching, stabbing, kicking, clawing, anything to kill the enemy so that they would be no more. Numbers from each side dwindling as minutes go on, one side having slight numbers and flanking advantage against the defenders of the cloud city. Completely unaware of the Helicopters, what they are, how they even work, and their overall presence.

This wouldn’t last…

He luckily shot down the Helicopter as it was going into the city where armies were fighting at the scenes, but was plummeted before it even hit a cloud (oddly enough for him) into the ground far below as two more copters came into view with one being far in the distance from the other. “Can’t this thing go any faster!?” The third man yelled out as he looked at the fight in the distance, seeing that the local inhabitants army, the defenders, were holding out against the attacks as best as their could, while unbeknown to them, a second, larger army was going to out-flank them.

Hearing the third man’s suggestion over the radio, he responded while also shooting at this Helicopter. “Come on, punch it!” He referred to the man at the helm, at least that’s what he hoped, as he thought he could see helicopters in the far distance. Maybe, but… he considered how much they might have. Consider all that’s happened… it wasn’t unlikely, that they may have hundreds, but most of them haven’t even surface into his vision yet, so it was deemed very unlikely.

”I am!” He answered, yelling over the radio-com as the town slowly came into view, while he paid attention to the other Chopters, as one seemed to have more hull armour than the other, leading him to believe that they must have run out of materials (and possibly fuel) to even run helicopters. He kept shooting the first copter in front of him, with an undead and a fuel-package thing that he couldn’t exactly make out, fell out of the opposing Chopter and fell to the ground, followed by smoke and flames, before the Chopter tried to suicidally ram itself into his own copter. Luckily for him, it was unable to, and began spinning out into a small building.

“Jesus, how many of them are there?!” The third man yelled out, in shock and disbelief at how many more helicopters the undead have, that are chasing them. For a split second, he wondered why they were attacking them now, and not before. Maybe they couldn’t before, and had to attack now before the three would blow them up. Either way.

“Does it matter? Just keep it steady!” He responded with, not caring about how many there were, even if there were quite a few. They were all going to go down like the rest. Didn’t matter. They were flying through a main street of the town, while the undead were behind a few buildings as they passed. Flying in the same direction. He easily shot down the second one, taking only a few seconds, crashing into a different building. Now that he takes a second-long glance at the view he has, the town seems to be deserted of civilians, aside from the armies fighting. He didn’t consider what happened next, as a third helicopter came in front of him.

He wondered what the beings of the armies thought when they were flying right over them, as they both were shooting at each other. He took note that this Chopter was actually hitting them, unfortunately, as the previous ones weren’t experienced (he wasn’t sure what the right term was, nor could he think of one) enough to do so. He was thankful that no ground troops were shooting… whatever they had, hurling boulders maybe, at them, or preferably at him. Luckily.

As the two mechanical flying machines soared over the battle commencing on the ground, he thought he spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd. No. They probably weren’t them. He gave them no second thought, shooting down the third helicopter with slight difficulty, swerving through the buildings, making it harder for him to shoot at them.

But thinking about it quickly, he realised the Chopter may crash into the army on their side. If, they were indeed on their side. The third helicopter began sputtering out smoke, before suddenly falling straight into a tall building, hitting the side of it slightly, before spinning behind another building. He didn’t know if it crashed into some other building, but this tall one was about to fall of them, well he thought it was going to at first, but it seemed like they would be safe. He could tell that nearly every being on the ground could see this crash occurring.

“Holy shit!” The third man couldn’t help but remark at how a tall building like that just narrowly avoided their own Chopter, falling onto the second army’s front troops, squashing them. By now, he could observe some of the troops trying to throw whatever weapons they had right at them, just missing as he started to shoot more pot-shots at them with his sniper. It was tiring work.

He watched the tall building fall as a giant some cloud appeared in its wake, everything going silent for a few seconds. Like there weren’t any more Chopters, and the armies had stopped fighting… maybe taking their time to recover from the surprise and the shock of the sight of him at the helm of the minigun, taking out the other Chopter and the building. It looked like it was on the verge of collapsing anyways.

Then suddenly, he heard the sound of rotors moving swiftly towards him, as another Chopter hurdled out of the smoke, bolting through the air as they narrowly missed him. He was took by surprise for a moment, wondering why the Chopter would do something suicidal like that, before shaking his head at the new voice in his head. “That was too close, goddammit! Take this guy out!” The pilot yelled out, rather suggestively even when he was ordering it. He shook it off, why would he fight on an agreement.

And didn’t hesitate shooting at his undead opponent, as the fight seemed to be moving out of this small town enclosure, while he shook off any thoughts about any of the beings in the town, about what their opinion was, and their reactions. This Chopter seemed to try and take his own one down from a further distance. At least, this is what he considered at first glance. It looked like the Chopter may be trying to evade him. He didn’t know, nor did he care as he gunned it down, watching as the amount of smoke spurting out from the back increase, before the helicopter exploded in the air, sent hurdling into another mountain.

“How many does he fucking have?” The third man commented to himself, as more and more Chopters came into their view, as the pilot just huffed and took another breath, while he vented in anger, began shooting at a Chopter while it and another began flying towards them, moving back into the snowy mountainous region.

He felt time slow down slightly as, occasionally, his vision would become slightly blurry and full of blood, whenever the undead mange to shoot at him. This made him wonder how the hell they learned to shoot a minigun, and a small fear that the undead could be being trained to use guns. They haven’t been shown too in the past, but have been shown to use dark magic as a source of attack, while also being controlled by someone with dark magic. Maybe just magic.

They flew by different outposts, maybe towers, which are small secluded areas located in some random mountains area or in a full snowy plain, as his Chopter would swerve between different buildings, trying to shoot at the other. He was shooting against two Chopters that were swerving above each other, making it slightly harder for him to hit. At least he was still thankful that they were god-awful at shooting, but it was very frustrating. Fucking zombies. He shot the one below the other one, as smoke started to appear while it didn’t explode. Yet, it looked like their gun was destroyed, and didn’t resort to suicide tactics, for some reason. They must not really have any brains, he considered.

He began shooting at the one flying above the partially-destroyed helicopter, noticing it was still swaying from side to side, as they would often fly in-between buildings. Yet their aim wasn’t as precise as he thought it should be. Or, would be. Their helicopter’s armour came off with every second that his minigun shot at their own, some undead falling to the ground, dying from the impact if they weren’t already dead.

They came to another fort with tall buildings located in the middle, as the undead figured flying through the spaces would seem as a better idea. It was mildly frustrating to him, but it was still a little easy to hit them. As time went on, and more shells flew to the ground far below, the helicopter above exploded in mid-air, sent straight hurdling to the ground, with no spinning out this time. He didn’t really care about it, but it was a first… this time. The lone chopter seemed to be on the verge of exploding, as it began to spin-out uncontrollably while he thought he could see something in the distance. Other than mountains, of course.

The third man seemed to notice it, as well. “Oh shit, is that what I think it is?” And he wished at this moment that he hadn’t seen it. Thought he did wonder for a split second over why it occurred now. Doesn’t matter. Still equally as dangerous. The pilot picked up on it too, noticing what it was from a distance, from the size and the shape.

“Yup! Snowstorm, closin’ fast!” The pilot yelled out, warning of the impending danger, while he noticed that the undead Chopter was spinning violently, as it crashed into the side of the mountain, while he noticed even more Chopters. He was clearly more frustrated with this. He gripped the handles of the minigun harder in anger.

“Then get us out of here!” He ordered, yelling in a gruffer voice while he hadn’t noticed that they were back in the Capital area again, oddly. He didn’t consider how, guessing that time just flied quickly when shooting down enemies. The pilot directed his own Chopter to fly straight across the main street, while an undead Tango flew behind rows of buildings and homes, possibly trying to avoid crashing into one as it shot at him. He didn’t hesitate retaliating.

“Now with all these guys on our ass!” The pilot yelled back, referring to more undead Chopters following suit from the leading one, that he seemed to manage shooting at with ease, their armour being much weaker when compared to the others. Smoke had already appeared from the first shot. It could have already been damaged possibly, for all he could know. Yet, destruction was also following their path, along with the helicopters falling from the sky, some buildings were even toppling from him shooting at this undead enemy. Or ‘bastards’, as he would commonly refer them as.

Then he thought about the pilot’s words more carefully, during the small amount of time that he had, which the lives of all three men heavily rely on in these moments. It was too much of a risk to go towards the ground, and try and fight them from there. Too dangerous. It would be much better taking them out from the sky. But then again, the snowstorm may instead take them out with one blow, as they would be safe inside any buildings, or the castle, that are still standing. Hopefully. But he shook his head, making his decision. He thought it was wise. “Then take us in.” He simply stated, focusing back to the Chopter. He wasn’t sure over how many buildings that they had passes (ruined) by now. Numerous, to be safe.

“Into the storm?!” The third man thought he was crazy, and didn’t see the same reasoning he had. It would have been much safer to ground once this Chopter was dead. At least he thought it was better. The pilot seemed conflicted on which idea to go for, yet he stayed focused on balancing his own Chopter. “Are you nuts?!” He expressed again, wanting to get conformation for such a wild, and stupid decision. Not that it has been the worse so far. Maybe.

“Guess we will find out!” He just answered, ending the short conversation they had, if you can call it that. Flames sputtering out behind from the rear rotor, flying in their trail along with debris of the materials being destroyed from the buildings, not that he really cared. It was all going to be repaired anyways when this is over. At least this is what he hoped.

A second later, the rows of buildings disappeared from his vision, noticing that the undead Chopter, with flames and black smoke present nearly all over along with amounts of blood (or something that he couldn’t quite figure out) was flying towards him. He paused from shooting, noticing that the undead wasn’t going to ram him, but instead trying to avoid something in the air, which he couldn’t see. He thought the pilot was dead already. Well, dead dead. Not undead dead.

Time slowed down, much slower than usual. Every frame was clearly present from his view. He watched as the Chopter fly right beside him, the undead corpses on display in the door-frame, the cockpit splattered with smoke as the pilot looking in front of him, an emotionless expression, he figured. Undead bodies just lying there. He paid no attention to them, only seeing this helicopter about to smash into him. No one said a word, which he could hear, from time slowing down. He presumed they all looked in shock (or something). He started to shoot at it again, making sure it won’t hit his own Chopter.

…before a building popped into his vision out of nowhere, smashing straight into it. Time sped up again to normal, as he had to take a moment to shake his head of what he just saw. And the fact that his vision became clear once again. He… wasn’t really sure what to think. He didn’t know if he had any more time left to think, as he saw the snowstorm arrive closer and closer, in blinding speed and on a gigantic scale. It was even taller than the castle they are flying past right now. And maybe even some mountains.

Without much of a choice, and with orders, the pilot flew straight into the snowstorm (or rather the snowstorm engulfed them), while he could see another Chopter in the distance, on the verge of crashing from the impact of the large sheet of snow. “Hold on!” The pilot warned, attempting to gain full control of his flying vehicle, with much difficulty. He could see that the Chopter in the distance was spinning out violently, losing altitude.

…heading straight for him.

He went wide-eyed as he began to brace for an impact, the Chopter closing in, closer and closer. “Oh shit!” He could only remark, before everything blacked out from the sudden impact. An explosion, heard in the wind.