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Clueless and Alone.

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Masako found himself on-board a plane from the notorious capital of Japan, Tokyo after having just departed from Narita International on-board an A.R.A (Aeroflot Russian Airlines) airline. The next ten hour flight seemed to drag on tremendously long.. The entire cabinet seemed silent, only the gentle hum of the metal titan soaring through the sky, and the occasionally rattling of the private jet (hardly a work of art, however) when it came across turbulence. Accompanied by the snoring of five Japanese businessmen, this collection of sounds droned on for a few hours, occasionally interrupted by the awakening of one of the passengers on-board and the gentle clink of glasses as they filled a glass with golden whiskey.

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Masako Hiriko; a sharp-featured Asian male with slick black hair, laden with a shiny substance which held his styled locks in a spiked manner atop his head, bent down and retrieved a short glass from within his bag, peering around in a suspicious manner in-case of any wandering eyes. Assuring himself no one else in the cabinet was awake, he removed the cork from an elegant glass bottle of whiskey before pouring some of the substance into his glass, and then raising it to his course lips and draining the glass of its contents in a swift manner -clearly someone uneasily affected by the likes of alcohol due to his frequent habit of consuming it. A sigh of relief broke past his lips as he gulped, followed by another clink of glass as he placed the containers back down, allowing his eyes to flutter close as he drifted away into a deep sleep...

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The pilot of the jet announced a ever-nearing landing on the Balota airstrip - everything seemed to be fine and the pilot's radio broadcast of them entering the airspace had been replied to by a heavy-accented Russian male. Masako opened his eyes as the tires made contact with the tarmac of the airstrip, and as the jet came to a slow stop. Everything seemed to be fine, and he sat, hand on head, awaiting an announcement from the pilot in the cockpit that they were free to leave. He reached upwards for his bags, containing clothes and several essential items, the rest he believed he'd be able to purchase further inland, unaware of the events that had befallen the human race whilst the jet was airborne...

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A large ear-piercing shatter was heard after a violent explosion that sounded from a gun-barrel. The radio crackled into life and a desperate scream was heard from the pilot. The message he attempted to convey in his last dying moments of his life were beyond comprehending - but within a split instinct, one of his peers who was already on his feet and opened the door, peering outside. The sights that lay before him were mind-blowing. Countless rotting corpses lay scattered across the airfield, smothered in dry blood and torn attire. Amongst the mounds of dead were a series of armed militia, aiming their firearms directly at the more courageous of Masako's peers. Calls to him in Russian were heard, desperation was present in their voices as they demanded for him to exit the aircraft... He complied.

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Masako and the rest of his affiliates accompanied him as he tried to reason with the seemingly hostile characters before them, clad in military gear. Raised voices sounded across the airfield, and in the confusion the more courageous one - who had tried to cut a deal with the Russians was made an example of, a bullet from a nearby pistol pierced his head, lodging itself straight within his brain... He fell to the floor. Lifeless. Masako and the rest of his company peered around, raising their hands in surrender - unaware of what they required. Two armed soldiers headed inside the plane, removing it completely of its contents, another soldier stripped the company of their suitcases and equipment. The entire thing seemed swift - Masako was left blatantly confused due to the affects of the whiskey he had consumed about half-an-hour before as they departed, leaving four businessmen amongst an airstrip of corpses, bewildered in a cloud of dust left behind from the convoy the Russians fled in.

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The group of men quarreled between themselves as they walked down the road, all dreadfully confused - becoming even more so with every crashed vehicle they passed on the highway. Upon entering a town, they decided to knock on the door of a nearby house in an attempt to find someone, and more importantly find out what had happened whilst they were in the plane. The trio, discluding Masako were knocking on the door, meanwhile Masako headed over to a window, fed up of the bickering between the trio. He wrapped his fist and covered his wrist in torn scraps of cloth, punching swiftly and cleanly through the single-glazing of glass on the house. This startled the other three men, they spun on their heels and stood in awe at Masako, as he breeched the house through the window... The others followed.

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Peering around the lifeless house, with chests of drawers and cupboards left wide open and ran-sacked, Masako slumped into a chair in a rickety old kitchen. The others continued peering around the house, their footsteps creaking on the oaken floor. A few minutes had past, each of the men were wandering about the house, calling out for any sign of life - when within an instant one of Masako's colleagues cried out in agony. Masako made a quick dash into the back-room, where his friend had been latched onto by what appeared to be a decrepit, walking corpse which had sunk its rotting teeth into his partner's neck, blood oozed from the wound as he cried out, and fell to the floor. Masako's eyes widened in awe, as he made a dash out of the room, calling to his other accomplices, "Get out! Now!" The remaining three, including Masako clambered through the window in desperation. They all took deep breaths, peering around before deciding to leave their almost unacquainted accomplice in the house to his fate, jogging down the road, strafing through the wreckages of cars, only wanting to get as far away as possible. They fled into the slowly darkening night, trying to piece together the devastation of the apocalypse that had befallen their beloved world.

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Appreciated!

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Thinking of furthering this piece now that I've had a bountiful amount of experiences, wondering whether or not it'd be enjoyed by anyone.

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Amazing

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