From the journal of Charlie Fast Fingers Pearson, April 4

April 4, 2017

     We made it to the plane. Well, not all of us but most of us. First light came and everyone got as ready as we could. I had made a weapon our of a piece of one of the shelves and almost everyone else had done the same in some way. We must have looked fucking funny to anyone who could see us. Sharpened pieces of wood, pieces of the metal pipe from the bar to swing like clubs. Our back up singers, Cindy, Shelly, and Tracey had even pried a chair apart and were carrying the legs like baseball bats. Anything that might be useful was taken and we were ready to go.
     Mark "The Shark" and Willey "The Wailer" went out first and closed the door behind them as quietly as possible. The zombies were about 25 feet from the door while the luggage cart was only about five feet away. They made it to the cart and started it up and the sound the engine made turned all of the undead towards them. They took off away from the plane going around 20 feet and then slowing down to make sure the zombies were following them. Once the runway was mostly clear between us and the plane, we filed out the door with Meg and Shannon working together to make the cart roll straight. They were supposed to be our flight attendants on the trip with Amy so they had experience handling the wonky wheeled art. It is kind of fucking amazing how we used to be a band, a manager and CEO's with roadies, a crew and some people who were going to be our flight crew for the one flight, but now we were a team working together to try to survive. Go fucking team!
     The few zombies who had not gone for the cart had to be taken care of by us on the way to the plane. We lost 3 people who were part of the team chosen to attack them. Alex, Tammy and Max were part of our sound crew and they became zombie snacks, which in a sick and twisted way, still distracted the undead freaks from the rest of us. Of the 35 of us who started out together that morning, 30 of us made it to the plane. We scurried on board, closed the door, and scrambled to the windows to look for Mark "The Shark" and Willey "The Wailer" .

     The luggage cart was still going, but only Willey "The Wailer" was still on it. The cart was not very fast and some of the undead group following them had pulled Mark "The Shark" out of his seat and he was being ripped apart on the runway. Willey "The Wailer" was panicing because there had been way more than the 50 we could see. There had to be at least a hundred zombies that were out of sight from our window and he was completely surrounded. There was nothing we could do for him and he knew it. Those two were some of the bravest men I have ever known.
     Some of the freaks who saw us boarding the plane had followed us up the stairs and were starting to draw more undead by banging on the door. Mark and Jason headed for the cockpit right away and were running down their pre-flight check list before we had even seen what happened to our friends in the luggage cart. Willey "The Wailer" started living up to his nickname and was yelling at the zombies around him to stay back which was doing about as much good as could be expected. We all knew when they got him because he screamed and shrieked until the sound of the engines starting blocked it out. We were taking off with no idea of where we were headed. I guess that's really flying by the fucking seat of your pants.
     Now we are arguing about where to go and it sounds like we will head for a smaller airport on the East Coast to refuel before trying to make it to mainland Europe. Crazy plan, but at least it's a plan. Now, if only the pilots can agree on which airport to stop and refuel at. What a fucking day. I hope that our friends don't come back as those things, but there is no way we could stop it from happening.It's sick, but I almost hope the zombies eat too much of them for them to come back. Rest in peace my friends and thank you for your sacrifice.

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