Cherry Hill

The Zeppelin seemed to just fly on for hours and hours. Anxiety began to rise as the massive blimp hadn't seemed to have any intention of stopping. The out of the blue, the Zeppelin began slowing down. 

Richardson had stepped in between the two planes to speak to them. He said a few odd and cryptic things before ordering his Ensign to drop the planes off the Zeppelin. Both planes freefall without having their engines started. Simms and Earhart finally get the planes motors fired up and moving. 

As they managed to level themselves out, the landscape was unfamiliar and the darkness wasn't making things easier. As the two planes flew across the blackened sky, a set of coordinates was sent to them in the form of a Richardson hologram. There was no explanation, nor any warnings, just a set of coordinates. As they flew, a large object came into view as the P-51 and the Tri-Motors light bounced off of it. It was a decaying building covered in Cherry Blossom vines. There was a stretch of flat land long enough for both planes to land. As they did, it became clear they weren't anywhere near home, which was compounded by that Richardson had let them keep their planes. As Earhart opened the canopy of the P-51, a creature lunged at him. It was a vantablack goo like creature. Its orange eye glowed as it shrieked at him as it was cut down by the Mustang's still spinning propeller. 

Seems we're not alone. Keep your eyes peeled. Tonight we sleep in the airplanes. Once day breaks, we'll find shelter.

As the team got settled in, Richardson stepped up on an unlabeled console on the helm of the Zeppelin. His expressionless face twisted a grin that would have made even the devil shake in pure terror. As he cracked his knuckles, his crew backed away from him as the console energized, dials glowed and gauges began measuring. He picked up a small microphone and spoke into it. 

Attention everyone... We have new guests on the Island. Make sure you.... greet them with due haste. Incoming Goo Parasites! MAY THE GAMES BEGIN! 

As he set the microphone down, he turned around to see his Ensign staring at him. 

Do you know why I do this?

Sir?

I asked if you know why I do this, put on this show.

No sir, I do not. 

Before there was order, there was rebellion. Before there was rebellion, the were corporate slaves clawing their way into the graves they'd dug for themselves. All I am doing.... Is making the coffins more apparent. 

The Ensign gulped as Richardson's demonic glare fell upon him. 

Tell Emmerson to drop in more and more creatures. Tomorrow, I shall take over every broadcasting network and broadcast my little game. To hunt or Be hunted, Fight or Die, Live and Regret, or Die and Forget. This, Ensign, this shall mark a new dawn upon this era of Mankind. 

As Richardson left the helm, his maniacal laughter reaching even the darkest crevices' aboard the Zeppelin as he faded into the darkened hallway eager to unveil his creation to the oblivious world he'd left behind.