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nodded in agreement.
                “Alright
then, on my mark! Four, three, two—“
                Jeffrey
stopped the count because it became quiet all of a sudden, very quiet. All of
the undead stopped banging on all the barricades.
                “What
the hell…?” Richard said.
                Paul
moved in close to one of the barricades and peered through a crack—he
could see all of them just standing there, a hundred of them, at least, stood
still and swayed in place. As if they were hypnotized, many of them had their
heads raised, and their eyes closed. Paul didn’t understand it.
                “What
are they doing?” a passenger behind Paul asked him.
                “I
don’t know,” Paul answered.
                He
looked closely at them and heard them sniffing ,
he realized that they smelled something, but what scent could be so strong that it stopped all of them in
their tracks?
                Paul
thought hard and then looked at his wristwatch.
                He
rushed over to a window and looked out, he couldn’t see anything so he pressed
his face against the Plexiglas for a better look, but nothing. He ran to the
other side of the cabin, looked out the window, and then saw it up ahead—
                LAND .
                Maybe
fifty to sixty miles away was a land mass, and they approached fast.
                “England,”
Paul said to himself and thought about it. “My god. They must be able to smell…the
people, all of the people, millions of them.”
                And
he was right, even though the plane was pressurized, the overwhelming scent of
fresh, warm meat seeped into the plane. The dinner bell rang loud.
                Paul
didn’t know that just below his face—the air marshal’s gun was wedged
between the seat and the fuselage.
                “What
are they doing?” Richard asked.
                “Doesn’t
matter, this is our chance,” Jeffrey said. “Now, open it now!”
                The
men pulled out one cart, opening the barricade; they were dozens of the dead on
the other side, but they were still dormant from the scent of England. Jeffrey
jumped through first and the moment he did—the corpses snapped out of it
and attacked him.
                “Jeffrey!”
Richard shouted.
                Richard
jumped in to save his friend and they assaulted him as well.
                The
men put the cart back into place and sealed the soldiers in their tomb…

 
                Charlie
drove the fire extinguisher down hard four times before he stopped and looked
at what he’d done. It was dead—his wife was finished, but she left him
something to remember her by; he was bleeding from a bit mark on his chin and
scratches on his chest. He would join her soon enough. He searched his mind for
words to give her, but there were none, and then Charlie noticed that all the
undead around him were standing motionless. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t
care.
                It
was an opportunity.
                He
sprinted toward the front of the plane and as soon as he ran by undead, they
sprang after him, one, two, and then several chased him.
                Twelve …
                Twenty …
                Thirty …
                The staircase to the lower deck was just
ahead, and Charlie pulled the fire extinguisher pin and fired it behind him.
The thick chemical hit the dead faces chasing after him, creating a cloud that obstructed
their vision; it slowed them down just enough for Charlie to disappear down the
stairs.
                At
the bottom, he came upon the scene of Jeffrey and Richard being devoured by a
group of undead. At one side, Richard was dead and in many pieces that they ate
in a frenzy of blood.