id: 279
name: A Geist From Cursed Lands
author: Guest
date: 10th March 2021
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What happened to me?

Am I still alive?

I was flying in a group of idiots into the heart of the abandoned city when the engines gave out… tried to put the helicopter down gently but the thing just fell like a brick directly into the roof of a building and I…

I’m such an idiot…

I shouldn’t have taken this job. I had heard the rumors of what this place does to people. Those drooling retards… why would they pay money to risk their lives for something so hollow? Why would they come here? I just hope that they died with me in the crash.

…

Oh why am I even trying to shift the blame? I’m just as bad as them… 
I took their money and agreed to their braindead plan without further question. I didn’t prepare myself for something like this, and now I’m here, not even sure if I’m dead…

There’s a light in the distance, I’m not sure I want to follow it but…
Well, I can only hope the afterlife is as pleasant as people make it out to be…

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My eyes shot open. My body ached. The only feeling stronger than the pain was the surprise I felt when I realized I was still alive. I gathered my bearings and took my helmet off, and in doing so, letting an open wound in my head spurt blood down my face. I wiped off what fell around my eyes and looked around the cockpit. The windows and windshield were cracked, and the instrument panel was left unusable. What dials didn’t break on impact were just not behaving correctly. The attitude indicator was upside down, the air speed indicator was spinning backwards, and the compass heading twitched around violently, it was a mess. I couldn’t stay around it much longer.

I heard the shaking of rubble and felt the entire wreckage sink with me still in it. Panicking, I ripped my seat belt off and reached for the door handle, only to find the deformations on the fuselage had stuck it shut. I froze for a second, until another movement sent my mind into a frenzy. I looked around the cockpit again and made a split-second decision to try to crawl out through the window at my side. I pushed at the acrylic and found it had a little give, so I leaned back, held on to the seat and kicked at it. With most of my weight behind my feet, it took only a couple of rams before the pane popped out of the frame. I felt the rumble beneath me again. Without missing a beat, I settled my feet on the seat and dove through the window, chaffing my arms and torso as I landed on what seemed solid floor.

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