Authors: Mark Campbell
Jerri saw that they were almost on the ground and panicked.
“Take us back up in the air! Take us back up now!” she screamed.
Jerri pressed the gun harder against the man’s head.
“Take us up! UP!” she ordered hysterically.
Before Wayne could respond, the front landing gear touched
ground and immediately snapped off, spraying hydraulic fluid and
shredding the tire. A shower of sparks filled the air as the nose of the craft
scrapped along the runway.
The rear wheels touched ground and the craft violently jerked to
the right and skidded towards one of the derelict empty aircraft hangars.
Both of the rear landing gears snapped off and the plane slid across the
runway like a 95,000 pound sled leaving a multitude of sparks in its wake.
J
erri, dazed and confused, slowly opened her eyes as her senses
reoriented. She found herself lying underneath the sparking control panel.
The side of her head was bleeding and fiery pain radiated up her right leg.
She looked down at her leg and saw that it was badly bruised and was
starting to swell.
It was dark outside but the moonlight coming through the
broken windshield provided enough light for her to see the dismal sights
inside. The entire plane was leaning askew. Glass shards covered the floor
and a runny pool of blood had formed underneath Jonathan’s corpse. The
air had the stench of burning circuitry mixed with gunpowder.
She crawled towards the cockpit door on all fours. Her hand
brushed across the pistol that Jonathan had dropped. She picked it up and
tucked it underneath her belt.
The sparse windows were shattered and large sections of ceiling
paneling had fallen loose. Water and oil dribbled out of the fractured
ceiling and made the metallic floor slick. Most of the empty army duffel
bags that were piled underneath the gunmetal benches had scattered
across the floor.
Suddenly Andrew lunged out at her from in front of one of the
restrooms next to the cockpit, snarling like a rabid beast. His eyes were
murky and his skin was ashen. Black bile seeped out from his open mouth
and dribbled down the front of his uniform.
Andrew, caught in his momentum, fell face-down against the
bench, knocking out three of his front teeth. Undeterred he quickly
turned back around and swiped his arm out underneath Jerri’s legs.
Andrew climbed on top of her before she had the chance and
pinned her down. He stared down at her, mouth open, drooling blood
onto her chest.
Andrew opened and closed his mouth, desperately trying to
gnash into her. His eyes held an insatiable hunger behind their listless
appearance.
Jerri looked into his eyes and saw the hunger, the resolute desire,
but she saw something else too… For a brief second she saw a glint of
intelligence, the real him. She finally saw the self-serving, self-absorbed,
malevolent person he really was in life. It was as if undeath made manifest
all his ugly urges and hidden thoughts.
She heard the hydraulics activate as the ramp lowered in the back
of the plane. It made a resounding boom as it crashed against the
pavement.
Keeping hold of Andrew’s cheeks, Jerri bashed his head against
the corner of the bench again… again… and again until Andrew’s
reanimated corpse no longer moved and the fire inside his soulless eyes
was extinguished.
Jerri rolled his corpse off of herself and crawled away, breathing
frantically, covered in his blood. She stared at the revolting sight of her
work with a strange feeling of detachment.
Jerri bit her bottom lip and quickly picked up the gun she
dropped. She crawled underneath one of the metallic benches furthest
away from Andrew’s body. Hiding underneath the bench, she covered
herself with some of the empty army duffel bags as best she could and
held the pistol against her chest.
The beams of light converged on Andrew’s corpse and on his
gashed skull. The flashlight beams flickered weakly as the batteries
struggled to maintain their duty.
Four men wearing tattered FEMA uniforms emerged from the
shadows and crept deeper into the plane, cautious, scanning the area with
their flickering flashlights. Their bodies looked skeletal and frail, their hair
was oily, sores and insect bites covered their skin, their jawlines covered in
stubble or beards.
Despite their uniforms, only one of the men was armed. He was
armed with a pistol and stood in front of the others. He was tall and had
dirty blonde hair. Open sores covered his face.
“This is pathetic,” the man in front said as he shook his head.
“We practically begged for some supplies and backup and all we get is
more of those goddamn bombs and a homicidal skeletal crew!”
“Look at the body you idiot,” Lt. Willow said as he narrowed his
eyes and kept his flashlight pointed at Andrew. “It wouldn’t be the first
time and it sure won’t be the last.”
“Fucking cowards! The satellite camps always ignored our
requests for help yet begged when
they
needed it! I’m tired of it!” another
man angrily spat.
“Gather whatever valuables and ammo you can find,” Lt. Willow
said. “Make it quick before
they
show up. Someone get in there and check
on the pilots. Judging by their spectacular landing I’m assuming they made
the same choice as their crewmate.”
“Maybe,” Lt. Willow said with a shrug.
“What if they’re alive?” someone asked.
A fifth man ran up the ramp and into the plane, breathing wildly.
His uniform was disheveled and his face was pale. Like the others, he was
covered in sores.
The four men turned towards him.
“What is it now?” Lt. Willow quickly asked.
“Forget it! It’s not worth it. Let’s just pull back and wait until
they’ve scavenged what they’re looking for,” he said. “We’ll move in after
they’re done and gone. It’s not worth risking another one of our vehicles.”
Six men and two haggard women ran into the plane from the
cargo hold, bodies riddled with tremors. They were wearing muddy
civilian clothes and their skin was covered with purple lesions and boils.
Their faces looked skeletal and their eyes were lifeless as starvation
devoured them from the inside out. Most of them were armed with large
meat hooks fastened out of iron rods and bent strips of steel but a few
had archaic pistols; most of them could hardly hold the weapons in their
trembling hands.
A man with a long red beard looked around the plane as he
gripped his hook tightly. It was sharpened to a fine point. He grunted as
he looked down at Andrew’s corpse.
“One is dead and the other one is getting close to it,” one of the
men said with no emotion. He spat on the floor as soon as he finished
speaking. “Nothing else of value is up there and the coms are smashed to
shit.”
Wayne fell face down and broke his nose against the floor. Blood
poured out of his nose and pooled around his face as he lay withering in
pain.
The bearded man slapped Wayne hard across the face.
Wayne immediately silenced.
“Look at me, not at them!” the bearded man shouted. “What else
are you hauling? Where is the food? Where is the medicine and the
ammo?!”
The bearded man grumbled in frustration and then drove the
meat hook up through Wayne’s chin. The tip of the hook erupted out of
his left cheek and was slathered with blood.
After several minutes of silence, Jerri cautiously emerged from
under the bench a second time, clutching the pistol tightly. She forced
herself to stand despite the pain.
J
erri limped into the rear cargo hold of the plane. She used one
hand to support herself on the wall and held the gun with the other. As
she entered the room she quickly scanned the area with her pistol, finger
wrapped around the trigger.
Bloody streaks snaked their way down the center of the cargo
area, down the ramp, and out onto the pavement. The Lazarus devices
were still strapped tightly against both sides of the hold by their nylon
straps.
Outside the nighttime air was chilly and the tarmac seemed to
stretch out for miles. Two men armed with shotguns stood guard at the
back of the plane a few yards away from the ramp. They were facing away
from Jerri and wore dirty jeans, patched fleece jackets, and scuffed boots.
Jerri contemplated opening fire but for only a fleeting moment.
She knew that starting a firefight wouldn’t be the best course of action if
she could avoid it. She started to descend down the steel ramp as quietly
as she could but each step made a noticeable clank as her heals struck the
surface.
One of the men turned towards her, half-asleep. His eyes
immediately widened at her presence. He swung the barrel of the shotgun
towards her–