Hi guysThis is my first attempt of a story so take it easyPlease wall me your reviewOk here I go... My eyes open to the sound of silence. So silent that it was almost deafening. I had fallen asleep, dam chair is too comfy. I walk over to my cabin door and i twist the handle gently pulling it open. Looking down the hallway I see a darker shade of brown carpet stretching along from door to door. With instinct I follow it down to another door with a large steel sign above the handle saying 'Main'. It's obvious to me what it implies. Doing this is my daily routine morning after morning, night after night. I enter noticing that a helipad was occupied with a green and blue patched chopper. The excessively large speakers in every corner of the roof start to announce a boarding call. "Medic #261 please board". My numbers were called to justice as I automatically grab my medic kit and greet myself to the pilot. James Harold. Such a strange yet pleasant and soothing name. "May you please take a seat in the rear of the chopper". I smile and nod following orders. Thinking to myself 'finally a break from my ordinary day'. My interrupted sleep caught up to me as my eyes started to droop. "Excuse me James, how long is it going to be till we've reached extract?" He replies with the words that I had hoped for. "About 2 hours." As his sentence ended the back hatch to the chopper began to seep shut as I savoured the last streaks of natural light that were being squeezed out of existence. The lights on the roof of the rear chopper flickered on with an uncomfortable buzzing noise. "Do you mind if I rest on the trip there James?" I smile and stare at the cockpit waiting for a response. "I don't see why not." With granted permission I shut my eyes and my mind vanishes into darkness. A clouded voice is heard in the dire space around me. "Claudia! Wake up! RPG!! RPG!!" My eyes slowly flutter open as I feel the cold metal floor of the chopper hit my face. My eyes open wide as I look to the cockpit and see James pulling at the controls. Beams of light shine through the side of the chopper from the steaming bullet holes! I stumble to my feet and James notices me. "Claudia! I need you to..." A blinding explosion happens at the cockpit sending the chopper into a barrel roll in mid air. Gravity is playing its cruel game as I get tossed like a ragdoll from wall to roof to wall to floor over and over! Finally the chopper hits the snowy ground of the mountain and I lay on my stomach. My head slowly tilts upwards as I see 4 or 5 terrorist looking people poking guns at my face. The burning shards of steel lay beside me as I stare directly at the face of death. That's it for nowI have more in mind but I need to know if you like it firstWall me or commentThankyou
The censored bits are meant to be a normal word obviously blocked. They mean the driver part of the chopper