Chopper Wreck

[savini 587]

Have you heard about the remains of the civilian helicopter near the coast? It supposedly lies within the woods just west of the broken cargo ship, near the railroad tracks. No one is sure when it came to its final resting place, but from the looks of it...it has been a there long while. It sits there in a ditch collecting rust, mud, and plant life. Nature itself is tearing it down...reclaiming every last scrap that man had created using natures gifts.

 

Gather round comrades, and hear the tale of four ill fated survivors and their mi17.

 

The story begins with the first reports of the outbreak. Francine worked for the CNC (Chernarus News Corp.) along with her husband Stephen, the stations helicopter pilot. As the reports came in Francine did her best to relay the information between the newscasters and the program directors. However, as the situation became more dire, Francine and Stephen decided to abandon the station. They would take the helicopter and seek the safety of the skies. They wouldn't travel alone though for Stephen had a friend on the SWAT team. A friend called Roger.

 

Roger had been a member of the Chernogorsk SWAT team for only a month when the outbreak occurred. He made a friend in Peter, a long time SWAT team member and veteran of the war of 2009 fighting alongside team Razor. When the citizens began going mad and eating eachother, the entire police force was called in to help bring order to the chaos. Including Roger and Peters unit. They were sent to the high rise apartments north of Chernogorsk to help rescue survivors, and put down anyone deemed a violent threat. As the two worked with their team up each floor Roger received a message from Stephen. Stephen desperately needed Rogers expertise and skill with a firearm, so he explained the futility of fighting the menace and offered him a spot on the news helicopter. Roger decided to go...and so he pulled Peter aside and together they slipped away during the madness that overcame the rest of the team.

 

The group had done fairly well considering the world as they knew it had completely disappeared. They would fly from place to place and survive for as long as the food lasted. They seemed to prefer malls, and so they flew from mall to mall...shopping for new sanctuary. They were even able to fend of a roving group of bikers. They had become a fearsome force. Almost nothing phased them anymore. Nothing except the inevitability of what happened to so many before them. They began to grow tired of constantly running. Fuel was becoming scarce and food scarcer still.

 

One day during one of Stephens patrols he noticed something. Something he hoped would save them all. He hurried back to the makeshift camp and told the others.

 

"I think we may have a way out." Stephen told the group. "How do you mean?" Peter asked. "There is a radio tower near Krasnostav!" Stephen replied with great excitement. The group stared. "Is that it?...There are dozens of radio towers...like everywhere..." Francine remarked. "No, but this one was functional!" Stephen exclaimed. The group perked up. "Whats more...as I flew overhead I saw flares light up." Stephen added. "I don't know man...it could be a trap..." Roger was a bit reluctant. "It very well could be, but you know what...even if it is...I'd rather be shot than eaten alive." Stephen made a good point.

 

With that the group loaded up the essentials and began to take flight. As the engine whirred to life, Roger felt a nervous uneasyness about the journey ahead. The instrument panel suddenly let out a long, monotonous tone. Stephen gave it a quick smack, silencing the alarm. "Nothing to worry about...just a loose wire" Stephen remarked. It wouldn't be long now. Whatever fate awaited them would soon be at hand.

 

"There it is, you see it!" Roger pointed to the flashing warning light at the top of the tower. It was hard to miss. I blinking beacon of hope flashing against the backdrop of an evening sky. Everyone let out a cheer as they approached. As they drew near they could see flares light up at the base of the tower. Someone was down there waving for them. They began to descend. The anticipation was almost too much. Stephen could barely hold the controls steady. Stephen was unfaltering in his resolve. Slowly they descended. Sixty meters. Fifty meters. The group felt confident, not to mention, they hadn't been shot at yet. "Finally. A place to stay and radio for help." Francine was happy. The first time she had felt something other than depression in a long while. The group smiled with excitement. Forty meters. Thirty meters. They could see the man with the flare as he approached. He carried a medical kit and waved at the group. Twenty-five meters. Stephens smile slipped from his face. "What is it, Stephen?" Francine became concerned, but before she could get an answer the helicopter began to shake. "Hold on." Stephen said trying to focus on the task at hand. Francine could see the rudder pedals moving back and forth as Stephen pulled up and away from the radio tower. Francine started to hyperventilate beside Stephen. "Francine! Don't!!" Stephen yelled. Peter pulled Francine to the back in an effort to calm her down and allow Stephen to do his job. "Ok...ok...easy now." Stephen tried to calm the massive chopper as it undulated through the dark sky. "Stea..." just before Stephen could finish his word the instrument panel lit up with a symphony of alarms and beeping tones. "What the hell?!" Roger exclaimed. "Hold on to something!!" Stephen yelled. The helicopter began to spin out of control as Stephen yanked the collective lever up, forcing the helicopter higher. The helicopter climbed and climbed as Stephen fought to cancel the rotation by gaining speed. They were heading towards the water as the engine seized up. "Oh shit" Stephen quietly murmured as the 16,000 pound behemoth plummeted. The last thing Stephen saw was the wreckage of a split cargo ship.

 

So the story goes...as told to me by the doctor from the radio tower. Interestingly, however, no bodies have ever been found. No one is sure what happened to those four survivors. Perhaps they survived and are roaming the wilderness as we speak...perhaps they were killed in the crash. Their corpses completely consumed by the undead menace.

 

I managed to make my way to this wreck. This footage shows all that remains of the group.

 

[Slyguy65 499]

you enjoy stories and or writing i assume

[savini 587]

Both are true ;)

 

Plus I think it's nice to add a bit of character to the world. The way I interpret it anyway. Not to mention it makes it more interesting to have some back story to a video I post. As opposed to starting a topic and just dropping the video in it hoping people will watch. Not that there is anything wrong with that, I just prefer adding a bit more to my posts...A lot of bits I guess.

[GpB311 236]

I was just coming here to post about finding a helicopter by the ship. haha

Edited February 8, 2014 by GpB311

[dirby12 33]

cool story :)

[savini 587]

Excellent photo!