Jolly Alpha Five Niner: A fanfiction
I remember helicopter sounds from the one I was riding, right beside my female pilot, the name escapes me though. I was sitting quietly beside her, headsets sitting comfortably on my brunette hair, blueish green-grey eyes scanning the area we were flying over. The pilot commented ( I don't know if she meant to keep her thoughts to herself or towards me ) about the "city" we passed over. Her words confused me, wondering if we were going to help them or not. I felt sorry for the ones who lived inside of those fences, keeping the zombies away. My thoughts were distracted when she turned her head towards me. She joked about how I knew nothing of what was really going on. This didn't surprise me, no-one tells me anything, much less be friendly, in Mullins Military Base.
She turned on her radio, contacting a settlement I've only heard of called Abel Township. A shy man replied to her, accepting the permission to land. I knew now we were making supply drop, which didn't sound like something that needed two people to handle. '_Then again, this is the apocalypse_' I thought to myself. The pilot turned towards me, stating we only brought half of the supplies, lying to the township!
I was surprised, genuinely, by this news. Why would anyone lie, especially in this time of crisis, about the amount of supplies being given to a settlement?! I guess she didn't acknowledge my emotions, because she mocked how I barely knew anything. I glared at her, but then she mentioned something that caught my attention. Project Greenshoot..I remember being told this before I climbed into this chopper.
She was about to finish her last sentence when I heard gunshots in the distance. I began to fear for our lives. They were shooting at us! Not from the Township, she stated, but then a loud hissing sound was aimed for us.
"Who the hell has a rocket launcher?! Who the hell..?!" The pilot began before I jolted forward in my seat. We were hit! I held onto my seat and whatever else i could. My stomach flipped as we fell through the sky. The female called for help, informing Abel we were about three miles from Abel. I cried out as we crashed into something. I held onto the chopper for dear life, but my tongue was too dry to scream.
A voice spoke into my ear from the headsets. He was calling out to us. He told us to jump. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and jumped. I didn't have time to scream before I opened my parachute. I fell through some trees, getting stuck in a rather large one. I squirmed before unbuckling, landing hard on the ground. My face was scraped, but other than that I was fine.
The same voice from Abel spoke, but no matter how many times I tried to answer, he didn't seem to hear me. I checked my headsets, sighing annoyed that the microphone was cracked, so that means I couldn't reply. He told me his name was Sam Yao from Abel Township. Sam sounded worried, only guessing that he never faced a problem like this since the outbreak.
I heard noises and the sound of cracking wood and plants. I was soon obviously informed that I had fallen in a nest of zombies. I looked up. Sam told me to run towards the tower, which didn't seem too far ahead, maybe two or three miles? Then I was told to run. I heard the undead moans coming closer to me, so I did the most logical thing: I ran.
I've never ran faster than before the crash. They were slow zombies, but they were large in numbers, so I ran. On a few occasions, I did stop for a breather, far enough to take one, but close enough to only have a short one. I looked around, seeing supplies scattered on the ground. Deciding I might as well help the people who were helping me, I picked up the supplies and placed them in my hand-string bag. I had picked up a bottle of water, two packs of batteries, a sports bra and a USB key. I hoped they wouldn't see me as a burden on their Township if i brought supplies, but then again..I'm going to be an extra mouth to feed, an extra (possibly cold) shower to another body, another bed..I sighed, but kept my thoughts at bay while running. I was exhausted, but this is better than being dead. As I stopped for my third breathing in what I assumed two and a half miles, I found an old shirt that looked like it was worn and left there by accident. I folded it and placed it in my bag, getting up to run again.
Then his voice came back. He must've saw me running, because he called out to ask if I could. I answered with a yes, but he didn't hear me. He commented on how I was listening to his instructions to got to the tower. Running person was my nickname for the moment, making me laugh slightly as he gave me the instructions on what to do next. He commented on how I was going to leave the forest, but the "small army of zombies" behind me made me worry. He distracted me by telling me of an old saw mill to the east, and from where I was, I saw the large red signs. I nodded, though i doubted he could see me acknowledge him, and headed towards the mill.
He seemed surprised, at least in my ears, that I had listened to him, feeling calmer about the situation. Another voice, muffled in the background that didn’t seem to sit well with Sam, saying that he can’t ask me something because I could be injured. I checked myself over as quickly as I could, seeing I had no injuries that were major, maybe a few scrapes and that’s it. A woman’s voice introduced herself as Doctor Myers, the only medic in Abel. She apologized as she told me about an old hospital on my route to Abel, asking me to check for medical supplies inside. Sam mentioned a Runner 5, which peaked my interest about this dangerous side-objective. Myers assured Sam of the zombies following the sounds of the crash, which turned into an argument of the one who fired the rocket at my chopper. I didn’t hear him again, like he was being interrupted before he could make yet another argument. Myers informed me of how everyone earns their keep, and how I may not be welcomed inside if I didn’t bring those medical supplies.
I sighed softly, but knew I had to play by the rules in this post-apocalyptic world, and with the medical supplies needed, I guess it wasn’t too much to ask. I checked behind me, relieved that I had out-ran the zombs. I didn’t see them, but their moans weren’t out of earshot. I wandered the floors of this abandoned hospital, picking up more items as I did so. The first I grabbed were two first-aid kits that had to been left in the rooms of patients. I saw a pack of batteries in what seemed to be a child’s room. ‘For toys I suppose’ I thought sadly as I picked them up. Weren’t very many in the pack, but I placed them in the backpack anyways. Another room, looked like an old kitchen for staff, held a tin of food that was dented a bit. I smelled it. It seemed freshly preserved, so I took it with me. A box of light-bulbs was in a supply closet. Again, not very many left, but still valuable.
Sam’s voice came back after a few minutes, joking about how I had no broken legs. I heard zombies nearby, so I kept my soft chuckling to a minimal. He told me he was going to call me Runner 5, since he didn’t know my real name, and because that Abel lost a runner in this hospital, making me nervous walking around a large grave..if I could even call it that. He started describing “her”, assuming his Runner 5, in a way you would suspect that they were either together or he had been in love with her. It saddened me how he lost someone he loved in a hospital I was running through.
A sigh passed through the headsets, the he perked up saying I could be the new Runner 5...if I made it back alive. A nervous laugh passed by my lips, hoping I was going to make it back whole and living. I didn’t know if he was bored, or if he had somehow knew I was wishing company, because he starting talking about the Runners at Abel, and how they were so important. He joked somewhere near the end, about having two legs and walking above a slow shamble. I smiled and closed my eyes for a moment, letting the cool breeze pass through my pony-tail and onto my cheeks. I sighed softly, then started walking again. Sam told me my pace was good, and that I should check the ground floor, since zombies were in the parking lot, for anything official-looking. I nodded silently, even though he couldn’t see me, and started back towards the bottom floor.
As I walked down the hallway, I stumbled upon a large box, which read CDC. I couldn’t remember what the initials meant, but I knew it was important. I held it in my arms, since my bag would get too heavy and hurt my back, and walked around. I looked around for more supplies, but they were either useless or rotten. I walked out of the hospital the back way and rounded the building, deciding it was safer to walk around the zombies than to try to escape through them. It was only after a minute that Sam came back onto my headgear.
He greeted me happily, saying I was on the cameras, though my figure was blurry. I smiled and waved, not seeing where the cameras really were. He soon questioned the box in my arms and called the Doctor over to see what I had found in the hospital. I looked at the box. CDC apparently meant Centers for Disease Control, feeling stupid for not knowing the initials. Myers ignored Sam’s question as she told me to protect this valuable box with my life. Holding close to my chest, I nodded, determined to keep it safe. Suddenly, Sam wondered about a shadow somewhere. I turned behind me. My eyes widened. Sam had read my thoughts. They were following me! He told me to run..and so I did.
I ran as fast as I could. Most of them were walking, but one...just one..was catching up to me. I grew afraid and ran faster. Sam reappeared, questioning why the zombies were fast, calling me Runner 5 again while telling me they’re gaining. Doctor Myers told me to put on a burst of speed since I was nearing the gates. They couldn’t be anymore than a half mile away, since I could see it from my position. I couldn’t think anymore as I ran, but hearing the voice of a suddenly saddened Sam brought me back to my senses. He told me the one running towards me was the old Runner 5. I knew that she must’ve been very close to Sam, or something around it, and that she was extremely fast. A new voice joined in, introducing himself as Runner 7, head of Runners. He encouraged me to keep running. I nodded yet again, but a moan was right beside my ear. Runner 7 told me to not look back, for she was right behind me.
Her horrifying moans were right next to me. A high-pitched cry escaped me lips, running as fast as I could. My breaths were heavy and hard. My legs were about ready to give out from under me. My vision was blurry from the brown hair falling in front of my eyes. She was still on my tail, but I couldn’t give up! I had to make it!
“I can make it! Please keep the gate open!” I cried out to myself, not caring who heard me anymore. Gunshots rang passed me as i approached the Township. Someone told me to run again, so putting on a burst of speed, i ran towards the township. I heard the zombie Runner that was behind me moan louder than before, then Sam came onto the radio, distraught to see his former lover/crush be shot, Doctor Myers assuring him this is how she wanted things to end. I stopped in front of the gates as Sam instructed them to be lifted, in which I walked inside.
My body was covered in sweat, my legs ready to give in from under me. I panted like a dog, tired even, but still felt i needed to run. When the people started to crowd around me, talking over one another, I felt like a tiny kitten being backed into a cage corner. Someone came from the crowd, thank god it for being Sam, and ordered everyone to move away, understanding I need to take in the area. I heard someone whisper about Project Greenshoot in a hush whisper. I ignored it for the most part, too tired to think anymore.
Later that day, when the sun was setting, they gave me a bed to sleep in. Sam had kept a close eye on me, as well as Doctor Myers, checking my vitals and seeing I was taken care of. I gave them all of my supplies. I didn’t want any of it, even when they insisted I take a bottle of water. I smiled and told them I owed them everything I earn for giving me a place of rest and some food to eat. As the head of Runners, which I learned his name was Evan, led me to the housing area where Runners sleep, some townspeople sneered at me, calling me a freeloading bitch and “the replacement Runner”. I was saddened by this, but Evan reassured me that they would get used to me soon enough.
I lay in my bed that night, tears freely falling down my silent cheeks. I felt like I had taken the place of a once-beloved Runner. I felt like I had taken away something the Township had for a very long time, even though it was even my fault she was undead...I hugged the slightly dirty blanket and closed my eyes. I let out a sigh and fell slowly to sleep, hoping that I can show the people I’m a good person...or at least show I’m not pretending to be anyone or anything. I will be a good Runner..I owe them this much.
[ Source: The Runner’s Guide by Six to Start and Naomi Alderman, My personal Run Logs. All credit of characters and story plot go to the creators of the game. The Runner 5 in this fanfiction is of my own creation. Added parts of this story is of my creation also. ]
( This is my first time writing this, so if I need to make some changes or add/take away anything, please let me know! I also like feedback to see if this is any good or not..sorry for sounding selfish, I hope you enjoy the story! )