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                “What
the fuck is happening?!” Jeffrey shouted at Charlie.
                Charlie
didn’t hear him; he was too busy going through drawers looking for anything
that he could use as a weapon. He didn’t find anything of use and then he saw a
fire extinguisher. He grabbed it, felt its weight; it would have to do.
                “Did
you hear me?” Jeffrey said.
                “Yes,
I heard you. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but arm yourselves with
anything that you can find. Any passengers try to attack you, kill them,” he
said in cold seriousness.
                “Why?
Why are they attacking people?” Richard asked nervously.
                “I
don’t know why, but I saw a man that was dead get back up and attack the
captain.” Charlie looked where the captain’s body was lying—it was gone. “Where’s
the captain’s body?”
                “How
the hell should we know, maybe he’s flying the plane!” Jeffrey said frustrated.
                Charlie
looked at the carpet and saw a blood trail leading to the cockpit door, he
moved toward the door and then Paul got there.
                “What
are we going to do?” Paul asked them.
                Charlie
raised his hand for him to be quiet as he approached the cockpit door. He
listened but didn’t hear anything.
                “Jimmy,
it’s me, open the door,” he said to the camera at the top of the door.
                Nothing
happened.
                “Jimmy?”
                Nothing.
                Charlie
gripped the fire extinguisher tightly and got ready as he reached for the keypad
by the door.
                He
typed in the code…
                The
door mechanism unlocked…
                He
grabbed the latch and opened the door…
                Shock
burned their eyes…
                The
outsides of the windows were slicked in streams of the atmosphere as the
jetliner cut through the thinning night; dawn was near. Lightning flickered miles
away, and it illuminated the cockpit slightly and revealed its raw humanity…
                It
was coated in blood.
                Some
of the instrument panels were damaged from the fight—alarm lights were
flashing red, in tune with audible alarms that wailed—up against the
front instrument panel, was the captain, he was on top of Jimmy, who was dead.
The undead captain was consuming his flesh piece by piece from his exposed
ribcage. It was clawing underneath the ribs for the meaty organs.
                “Fucking
hell!” Richard cried.
                The
captain turned, grinded its teeth, snarled, and then jumped for them.
                Charlie
slammed the door shut. “Goddamnit!”
                The
door locked, and the captain began to pound and slam his body on the door to
get out.
                “We’re
fucked!” Jeffrey said.
                A
corpse appeared out of nowhere from behind them and attacked; Charlie was quick
and bashed the thing in the chest. It staggered back against a wall and came
back at them.
                “Bash
its head!” Paul ordered.
                Charlie
slammed the heavy extinguisher on the thing’s head, breaking its skull wide
open, and it dropped dead, permanently.
                “I
saw the air marshal shoot one of those things twice in the chest and it didn’t
die,” Paul said.
                “Where
is the goddamn air marshal?” Jeffrey wanted to know.
                “He’s
dead,” Charlie answered.
                “Not
anymore; he’s one of them now.” Paul said.
                Other
groups of passengers got to them and they were fighting off the undead in a
running battle with anything