───「 Human POV 」───
"Can't breathe... what's happening out there?" The panicked voice echoed through the helicopter's cabin.
"Everything's burning! This smoke—it's everywhere!"
"Why haven't we taken off? Godzilla's right here!"
"Someone help with this door! We're going to suffocate if we don't get it open!"
Inside the dimly lit transport helicopter, Dr. Hideo Takahashi fought to maintain his composure as smoke continued seeping through the air filtration system. The situation was deteriorating rapidly—they couldn't even see Godzilla through the dense smoke, let alone engage it.
Minutes earlier, the shockwave from Godzilla's attack had sent their aircraft spinning before they managed to land safely. Now they faced a new crisis: every electronic system had been rendered inoperable by the electromagnetic pulse from the creature's super-breath. The EMP shouldn't have affected them from this distance—their shielding should have held.
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Several crew members, stripped down to increase mobility, worked with emergency tools to force the cabin door. Dr. Takahashi stepped forward, revealing his identity to the panicked passengers. His frequent media appearances these past weeks proved fortunate—most recognized him as the crisis response expert they'd seen on television.
"The Type-2 BlackHawk... been a while since I've had to repair one of these," Takahashi muttered, examining the circuitry. His experienced hands moved through the repair sequence, replacing the single EMP-damaged component. Modern modular design made such field repairs possible, if you knew what you were doing.
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The cabin lights flickered back to life, revealing a hellscape through the windows. The forest had become an inferno—every tree transformed into a torch, thick smoke blotting out the sky. The world had turned crimson.
"Should... should we proceed with the mission?" someone asked hesitantly.
Takahashi activated the autopilot system, allowing the aircraft to connect with satellite navigation. The transport would automatically track Godzilla's position and execute their assigned approach vector at the designated time.
As they climbed above the smoke layer, Takahashi accessed the tactical display. Ten minutes of communication blackout had cost them dearly. The battle map told a grim story—their transport was the last one airborne, and Godzilla remained very much alive.
"Have we failed, Mr. Takahashi?" A crew member asked, voice heavy with the weight of their situation.
The cabin fell silent as everyone looked to Takahashi for direction. The original plan lay in ruins, along with their forces on the ground. Each person wrestled with the same question: was continuing their mission now just another pointless sacrifice?
Without a word, Takahashi set a new course, descending to a clearing where the smoke had dissipated. He opened the cabin door—a clear message to the crew. Anyone who wanted to leave could do so. The choice was theirs.
The real test wasn't just surviving Godzilla, but living with the decisions they made in these moments.