He threw the lump of metal onto the pile with the rest, a pile of mixed machinery parts, rusting pipes, aged hoses, some tossed unceremoniously in small heaps others laid out in lines according to length. All the parts seem to resemble the makings of some engine. Alpha had been scouring then local area for several months now, trying to find parts, and then the old Toyota truck gave up the ghost too, so now he had to find parts and fix that first before he would have a chance to mend up the other machine. Alpha had set himself up pretty well, the ruin of the old castle sat on the south coast, and underneath housed a vast labyrinth of more modern bunkers. Thick walls that stood for hundreds of years now crumbling with the vines forcing their way through, yet still offered protection along with the moat on one side, and the steep cliff side on the other. It offered fantastic views for miles around. The old keep above was infested with giant screaming dactyls. That suited him fine, the aggressive creatures kept other things that roamed the area away. Alpha now left them alone, and they left him alone. When he had first came he had to kill the largest male, since then the dactyls had learn it was in their best interest to not bother Alpha.
Amongst the old tunnels he stored up supplies, and put together his rolls Royce engine. Laid out old torn maps, and worked out routes... He had a long journey, and was not sure if it was even possible, especially since it was so old. Alpha strolled out side around the old courtyards, vines creeping up the walls, mosses and ferns growing underfoot everywhere. He walked through an archway and into a wide flat area, the ground scorched and blackened amongst this cleared area was what appeared a huge pile of rocks, as Alpha grew closer it wasn't a pile of rocks, but rags, cloths, tarpaulin, all camouflaged with netting that resembled rocks, almost looking like a pile of debris from the ruined walls. He clasped a rope somewhere at the bottom of this pile, and pulled, the cloths slid backwards as he did, over a timber arch that beneath was a helicopter, ageing, the paint flaking here and there, holes had rusted through its fuselage at some points. Here and the freshly welded plates of metal had been attached, it's glass windscreen replaced with cut pieces of Perspex.
She'd get him to Iceland he was sure of that. But on from there he didn't know.

Alpha had been using the truck to scour airfields for parts and supplies, he had been lucky there was plenty of small airfields and military bases within ranging distance, but now without the truck, things may be a tad more difficult. Had all the parts he needed, but many were in dire need of being melted down for scrap. He wasn't planning on risking his life on junk.

Two days later

A low humm could be heard echoing through the old castle, it soon climbed to a whine, then a roar. The giant dactyls scattered from the devastated keep, screaming. The giant western and sea king rose from within the walls, dirty black smoke churning out of the exhaust, it versed towards the sea, before turning westward, below Alpha the talk white cliffs that had been his home for the last several years rapidly sped past, before disappearing eventually into the distance.

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Red lights flashed and warning sirens sounded, he was going down he knew that.
If only he could make it to land
Alpha skimmed the helicopter above the waves in the distance he could see the freezing shoreline, he had lost too much altitude to glide in, he had only prayers and the fumes in the fuel lines.
Suddenly the engine made a last whine, then the blades slowed
"Oh shit"
The craft smashed into the freezing sea debris exploding, ricocheting like a stone being skimmed.

Somewhere amongst the flotsam Alpha clung to an empty fuel can, he began to swim to the shore in the distance. The water was so cold, he just had to keep moving or die.

Alpha pulled himself onto the hard pebble beach, he shivered uncontrollably, he stripped himself bare, and held his body tight, he thought to get the motivation, to reach into his bag, and pulled out a plastic wrapped package, and unwrapped a coarse brown thick cloth of some kind and wrapped it around. He turned slowly, and trudged towards some old ruin of probably a fishing village in the distance.