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their weapons blindly, hitting other team members in the process; it was a flash mob of death. The entire team of twenty-four men was gone and the horde continued on its rampage.
     
                On the flight deck of the ship, planes were still in the process of landing; one jet touched down and was moved out of the way for the next one in approach. The next jet glided down perfectly to the rear of the carrier and hit the flight deck spot-on. Its tires screeched in a quick burst of burned rubber and then the tailhook on the rear of the plane snagged an arresting wire that trapped the F/A-18 fighter to an abrupt halt. A successful landing.
                The flight deck crew rushed over to get the fighter out of the way for the next landing and as they were doing that, none of them noticed as fifty of the undead appeared out of a hatchway at the rear of the deck and attacked anyone they could reach. Some of the dead spotted the pilot in the fighter and went after him. They tried to climb on the wings and clawed at the fuselage just under the cockpit to reach the lone pilot. More appeared and surrounded the jet and the pilot went into a panic.
                He throttled his engine up and burned a few of the dead in the jet’s wake, they squealed as they were incinerated. More came for him so the pilot decided to take off. He increased power and the jet moved forward, but he didn’t realize that the flight crew hadn’t unhooked the landing cable from the rear of his jet. The momentum of the fighter jet suddenly jerked to a halt as the cable snapped taut and many of the dead clinging onto the plane were thrown off. The pilot increased power to break free and the cable stretched, but wouldn’t break. The dead climbed back onto the cockpit and banged on it. The scared pilot pushed the throttle to maximum and the aircraft jerked left and right as it pulled against the cable’s resistance.
                “Get the security force out there now and tell that pilot to throttle down!” Ardent ordered.
                But it was too late—the cable finally broke and the jet careened out of control and collided with a row of aircraft parked along the bridge tower. The pilot screamed as the nose of his jet hit the wings of two other planes, fuel tanks ruptured and a spark set off an explosion. The pilot was killed instantly, along with a couple dozen of the stenches. Flames smeared the bottom of the bridge windows and black smoke obscured their view of the deck.
                “Goddamnit!” Bear said.
                “This is getting out of hand,” Ardent said quietly to Bear.
                “Sir,” a radio operator said to Ardent, “I can’t reach the security force.”
                “Turn us around, I want to bring us closer to shore,” Ardent said.
                “Helmsman, turn the boat around, get us toward land,” Bear ordered.
                “Yes, sir!” he answered.
                The Ronald Reagan turned back toward San Diego, which was about twenty miles away. The massive carrier moved in a wide half circle, trailing a bright white and light blue wake. Loud alarms reporting their dire situation.
                Ardent grabbed a handset, “Give me 1MC.”
                “Go ahead, sir,” a sailor said.
                “Attention. This is the captain. We have an intruder alert, infected are aboard the ship, keep all hatchways closed and use extreme caution if you see any infected people. Make sure to shoot them in the head to put them down permanently. Captain out.”
                As Ardent’s voice echoed through the ship—the dead were almost in every part of the carrier—attacking anyone they came across. Multiple gun battles were breaking out all over, on every deck and compartment. The infrastructure of the ship was coming undone and the bridge