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littered the aisles.
                “Suzanne!”
Charlie called out.
                He
didn’t get a response, and she probably couldn’t hear him because of the dark music
of the dead and dying orchestra. Charlie moved ahead, and the aisle felt soft to his feet; he realized that he was
walking on bodies , some were undead
that had been destroyed and some were passengers that the corpses had killed. One
dead passenger suddenly awoke as an undead under Charlie’s feet and grabbed
him, it was scratching at his legs and tried to pull him down. Charlie
recognized his attacker as the old pilot that he greeted upon boarding. Now he
was a filthy undead creature trying to kill him. He stomped on its head
repeatedly until it was mashed pulp. “Die, goddamn you!” He scanned the
brutality for his wife. “Suzanne!” he screamed.
                A
dead woman attacked him, but it wasn’t his Suzanne, so he bashed its face in. Charlie
tore his way to the second business class cabin and that’s when he saw her—Karen
was huddled over a body like a demon, and she was eating at it with the intensity
of a starving dog, her mutated, dead eyes darted back and forth, looking for
more to kill—Charlie couldn’t see the person Karen had killed, but he saw
the shoes, woman’s shoes…he recognized them.
                “No!”
he screamed and broke out into a run.
                He
assaulted his way through four of the dead to get to Karen; it saw him coming
and abandoned its kill to attack. He screamed in anger, lifted the fire
extinguisher over his head, and threw it at her like an ax; it spun wildly and
hit the dead woman square in the face with crushing force. It fell back and hit
the floor defeated.
                Charlie
got to the body with the shoes that he recognized and it was his wife—Suzanne—and
she was dead.
                Tears
filled his eyes. “Suzie?”
                He
gently picked her up and hugged her tightly; his cheek was pressed against hers
and his tears fell on her gray skin.
                “No,
Suzie, please, wake up. Wake up!” he cried but she didn’t.
                A
dead man attacked him from behind and bit into his shoulder, Charlie dropped
his wife, spun around and punched the thing in the face, it fell back, and
Charlie jumped on top of it and punched its face many times until it was destroyed,
he was covered in its blood.
                He
got up and turned to where he dropped Suzanne—
                She
was standing right in front of him, face-to-face.
                “Suzie?”
he beckoned.
                She
stared at him through milky eyes, and it seemed that there was recognition, for
just a moment, the expression on her face was almost of affection.
                “Suzie,
it’s me. Your Charlie.”
                She
slowly reached up and touched his face, a near caress—
                And
then she attacked him without warning, growling madly…

 
                The
smell of blood was thick, along with urine and feces; it was pungent to the
point of suffocation, and the sounds—the sounds that filled the plane
were as if a tornado barreled through, but instead of wind and hurling debris it
was screams of terror, howls of rage, groans of the dying, and roars of the reanimated
that were the piecing knifepoint of destruction.

 
                Paul,
Jeffrey, Richard, and a couple dozen other passengers had managed to block off
both ends of the middle cabin that they were in. Four separate barricades of
food carts and equipment stacked up in the aisles. Jeffrey had a food cart over
his head and was about to plug the last hole in his aisle as Richard and other
passengers fought off the undead that tried to crawl through the gap to get in,
but they killed them. It was clear for Jeffrey to seal up the hole,