Aftermath

Chapter Four - Blaise

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Sorry this took longer than expected guys

Stuff came up lol

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Oh mY gOsh guys- (it's me the editor) I'm yeeting my new favorite series at you it's called Good Omens (100/10 recommend peeple watch the series; it's a helluva good show) okay happy reading :)

Sorry if my descriptions of churches or the south aren't accurate, I'm not christian and only seen the south from an airplane but I assume it's just the midwest but everyone's russian

Anyway lets fucking start!

Chapter Four - Blaise

Alena drives and we travel on together, under the blue sky for some time. I gaze out the open window and I let the warm breeze run past my face and the car, until I snap to attention as the sun is blotted out by a dramatic shadow, and the sound of the wind is replaced by that of a giant motor running, and... music. At least I assume it's music, the presumed song is in Russian, but it's so distorted that I can't quite make out what is being said.

"Alena what the fuck is that?" I ask

She pokes her head out the window and the car swerves.

"Eyes on the road!" I order, shoving my own head outside the window instead.

"Hit the gas." I demand, my eyes growing wide, checking twice to see if my vision had fooled me.

"What is it?" She asks.

"Helicopters, a whole fleet of them." I hiss, clambering around the car, desperately searching for the pistol.

"How? I thought bandits didn't come this far north!" She stresses, swerving the car again past an abandoned motorbike left in the road.
"I don't KNOW, try and find somewhere to escape them!" I yelp, grabbing the dash and her seat as we swerve. I squint ahead of us to see the ruins of a church in the distance.

"Keep going!" I shout, Alena seems to have seen the same I had. She makes a sharp turn, hits the gas, and starts speeding towards the church. The helicopter's path leads straight over the church from the opposite direction. I could hear the music getting louder and louder.

"I don't think we're going to make it!" She yells.

"We have to!" I shout back. "HIT THE GAS- RAM THROUGH THE FUCKING WALLS IF YOU HAVE TO- WE'RE MAKING IT."

Alena seems to take it and snap into focus, racing full speed towards the church, safely breaking at the last minute possible. We run through the front doors and slam them closed. Alena sits on the floor and I lean on a bench.

"What do we do now?" She asks, catching her breath.

"Wait for the helicopters to get bored of waiting and go away I guess." I sigh, muttering back, realizing that we left all our equipment in the car. We'll just have to wait 'em out. Eventually night falls and the sounds of the helicopters rotors fade away. We search around the church for resources and manage to find some blankets and water.

"Do you think we should set up camp here?" Alena asks when I return from checking to see that the car was safe and functioning.
"Sure." I say, tossing her the keys.

"This place looks really old, do you wonder if it's from before the war?" She wonders, studying the walls.

"It's so old I'd assume it was all like this before the war."