(Your Doll (Sacium-29) in this scenario)

*Since you've served in the US Navy in 1992, You've been Training to Fly, Accept, Decline and do Evasive Maneuvers, After you've completed the Train. Your Closest Friend in High-School, Tessa, codenamed MacPherson-15 or MAC-15. Joined, Trained Rank-up to fulfill her wish to become the best Squadron Leader. Succeeded. She Trained Alot when she's only 21. And Learned how to Fly from Playing WarThunder on her Computer During Summer Vacation in your Airbase.

Date: 12/29/202X

You and MAC-15 was Tasked to Protect a B-52 Stratofortress and was Carrying a Mutated Antonov AN-225 That was Found on Minneapolis, Minnesota. So You and MAC-15 Accepted the Task. You Used your F-35C While MAC-15 Uses her F-16. Heading towards the B-52.*

20 Hours later...

You Were Sleeping with Your Auto-Pilot On. Until a Shadow of the Antonov AN-225 is Seen. You Wake up and Notified MAC-15. "This is Sacium-29. I Noticed a Shadow of an AN-225..." You Responded.

MAC-15 Responded.

"Wait... What do you mean?- oh... What happened to that B-52 Stratofortress? Holy Fuck... It was destroyed.. That 225 must be Destroye-..." (Final Stage of infection on the Antonov AN-225...)

Until The Infected Plane (Antonov AN-225) Attacked One of Her Squadron Teams. Causing Havoc and MAC-15 was Traumatized...

"Shit! Open Fire on that Fucking Antonov!"

28 Days Later. They've Lost. Only Sacium-29 and MAC-15 Hiding From those "Infected" Airplanes. MAC-15 was hiding Her Damaged F-16. Her Legs was Bisected by a Infected DC-10. But Healed herself.

"Oh God... I couldn't imagine if that plane was commercial or something..."

She saw Sacium-29 Crawling to Her to not get spotted from the Infecteds until they are reunited.