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they had—food trays, bottles of alcohol, luggage,
anything—many of the passengers were wounded, bit, scratched, and they
didn’t look good.
                They
were going to turn…
                Soon.
                Charlie
got close to Paul, Jeffrey, and Richard. “Listen to me, it’s obvious that if
one of those things bites or scratches you, then you will become one of them.”
                “How’s
that possible?” Paul asked.
                “I
don’t know, but it’s happening all around us,” Charlie answered. “You have to
protect yourselves.”
                “How?
We don’t have any real weapons,” Jeffrey said.
                Charlie
reiterated, “I already told you, use whatever you can find!”
                “We
have nowhere safe to go on this plane!” Paul said.
                Charlie
thought hard. “At the flight attendant station in the center of the plane on
this deck is where they keep all the food carts and other equipment—“
                “—You
want us to have dinner?” Richard said.
                “No,
you fool!” Charlie shouted. “Didn’t they teach you anything in the Army? If you
can make it there, use the carts and anything else that’s large to block the
aisles at the stations; they’re the tightest choke points. If you can block off
the aisles, you can make a stand.”
                “You
didn’t include yourself in that plan, where are you going?” Paul said.
                “My
wife, I have to find her. I haven’t seen her down here, so she must be somewhere
on the upper deck.”
                “Let’s
do it, then!” Jeffrey was ready, and he looked to the other passengers that
were there. “Listen! We’re going to the central food station to use the food
carts and anything heavy to block off the cabin so those bloody things can get at
us! We have a better chance if we stick together!” he said, then with Richard
led the way.
                Paul
was about to go with them. “Good luck,” he told Charlie.
                Charlie
grabbed him by the arm. “Keep an eye on the passengers that have been bitten;
you know what’s going to happen, don’t turn your back on them.”
                “I
know,” Paul said. “We’re going to crash anyway, right?”
                “Not
if I can help it. After I find my wife, I’m going to get in the cockpit and
land this monstrosity.”
                “Be
careful.”
                “Right.
You, too.”
                Paul
left and Charlie, reluctantly, went upstairs.
                Paul
came by a bar and grabbed a heavy bottle of alcohol to use as a club. He saw
Jeffrey and Richard leading the group up ahead; they were fighting many of the
undead, and the group was pushing them back. Two passengers used a food cart
like a battering ram to hold the things off and others bashed in brains with
fire extinguishers, heavy drawers, whatever they could use as weapons. Paul
joined the fight with a rage and began killing anything dead that he could
reach.
                Blood
and brain matter splattered everywhere.
                Including
those of the living.
                It
was a bloodbath…

 
                Charlie
was immediately confronted by the turmoil when he reached the top of the
staircase. Two corpses attacked him; he kicked one away and busted the other’s
head open. The other attacked again, and he gave it the same treatment as the
first. The upper deck was just as bad as below—the undead were attacking
anyone they could, while groups of the living fought them off. Many of the dead
were being destroyed, but at the same time, multitudes of passengers were being
killed, scratched, bitten or maimed.
                Blood,
bodies and body parts