Chapter 27: The Climb

Tristan:

"Hold on," I say, holding onto the inside of the helicopter as the infected outside shakes back and forth.

"Son of a bitch," Chuck shouts as the shaking causes him to fall over. Tumbling over and over, he finally manages to pick himself up. "Hey! Knock it out!"

Chuck pumps his shotgun and places it against the window of the helicopter.

"No," I scream, rushing forward and slapping the gun out of the way. "We don't need arms in here swinging at us, trying to grab us!"

"What do we need then," Chuck asks, falling into a seat and struggling to sit still.

"An exit," I answer, looking around. "What we need is an exit."

"As far as I can tell," Rebecca says, grabbing onto a seat. "There are two exits, and they're both blocked by hungry, hungry infected! Idea? Anyone?"

"Don't look at me," Chuck says, "I didn't even want to come here in the first place, and Old Man Jenkins won't allow me to shoot my gun."

"You shoot your gun," I say, "You open a door for them. I'll figure somet