Around me, I can hear screaming.
It doesn't just belong to those of us in the chopper; some of it is from the animals that had been alive in the area. Some of it is from the villagers that were still surviving.
And some of it is from the undead that were blown up as well.
I clamp my hands to my ears and squeeze my eyes shut. I don't want to see the body parts flying up in the air, be it human or the undead. They both resemble about the same thing now. Even if they didn't, they were all people at one point in time.
Next to me, Jackson laughs. "They shouldn't have been so stupid!" he says, his voice way too gleeful for what had just happened. I can't stand it.
I can feel him turn to me. "What's your fucking problem?"
I peek up at him, but try not to let him see the tears that are running down my face. "Nothing," I stammer. "The noise was messing with my head and I--"
He smacks the back of my head roughly. "Babe, I don't want to hear it. You were scared, don't even lie. Remind me next time not to take a little bitch with me to do a real man's work," he calls up to the pilot.
The pilot laughs bitterly. "I didn't think she would be able to handle it, anyways. It's amazing she's survived this long."
Rage burns in the pit of my stomach, but I swallow it. There's no point of fighting them; not here, anyways, when I'm in the most vulnerable of positions. While I don't think Jackson would be one to do something so cruel, he was the one to propose the idea of this whole mission to the Elders in the first place. After this, I'm not fully sure that I could doubt his wicked thoughts. He wasn't the man that he used to be.
Likewise, I'm not the same girl I used to be either. While I might look a little like I used to, and my voice hasn't changed at all, things like this change someone in the long run. You can't see the things that I have, you can't live the life that I've been living, and you can't be in the same situation as me without coming out with battle scars. If you even come out, that is.
Everyone in my family is dead, except for my father. Two sisters, three brothers, and my mother were all killed in the cross fires of this war that is raging on. There was nothing we could do to save them. After they died, my father and I moved into a city for refugees and survivors. We've been living there for a few months now, but every day we see more and more people die, right before our eyes.
No place is safe from the virus. The infected are a threat, but the sickness is even worse. It can find any way it can to get to us, to kill us off, one by one. The world that we lived on for so long is trying to kill us off, and there's no way to stop it.
Likewise, there's no place to hide your secrets. There's no privacy in Armageddon. People still act the same way that they used to; they still hate you if you're different. It's amazing that no one has found out the main things about me that I've been hiding for so long.
My name is Hayden Mackey and I'm a closeted lesbian. And so far, I'm a survivor of the zombie apocalypse..