I think I need clean undershorts. We landed at a small airport on the East Coast. I have no idea which one, but it was dark by the time we made it to the tarmac. We had to circle above the airport a couple of times to make sure what we would be facing once on the ground. From the air, it looked like we would have to face around 25 undead freaks and the closest we would be able to get to the refueling truck would be around 50 feet from it. That means that someone would have to bring the truck to the plane. Well, shit.
We were all armed with our make shift weapons and the sprint team was standing right behind the people going out in the lead. Meg and Shannon were on the door and were going to close it once everyone else was out, then they would be ready to open them again for our return.
I love it when a plan comes together. We all did out part, and besides feeling like I shit my pants, everyone made it through without getting hurt. Turned out there was a fence we could not see from the sky and it was keeping most of the freaks back from our stopping point after we landed. We were able to take a lot of them out without any real risk to us. It was a chain link fence and we used our tools to take them out through the fence. It was open at one end so that is where we place most of our people and the sprint team readied themselves to go. We cleared a opening for them and they ran for all they were worth. The rest of us made as much noise as possible to keep as many undead with us and kept taking them out when able. The guys made it to the truck and were able to climb inside before their zombies could get to them.
That is when the ones from inside the small terminal broke out through the windows. There were at least 30 of them and we knew it was all a race between us and them. Most of the undead were clumbsy and fell out where the windows used to be. Then they had another one fall on top of them. It took a while for the horde to right itself and by then, the truck was back in our small fenced area. Matt and Terry, other members of our crew, ran to help the guys with refueling the plane and Jason came out the door being opened by the women. Between them, the plane was refuel while the rest of us held back the few zombies left from the outside horde. We were holding our own, but I knew it would get touchy once the terminal zombies reached our line. The first undead in their group were just at our line when we heard Jason calling us back to the plane. I had agreed to be one of the people who held the line while others started back. I was so scared with so many of them stumbling towards and I was thankful when the call came for us to start back.
It was fight but we all made it back to the door and inside the plane. Mark was ready and started the engines as soon as the door was secured. We rushed to our seats and prepared fr take off. It was bumpy, running over the undead between us and safety, but we made it into the air and out of the United States. And that is when the fighting began again. Where were we headed? What would be the safest place to try to land? Should we aim for an island or for Britain? Or should we try for the European continent?
Right now, the majority are seeming to lean towards trying for an island. There will be less people to become infected and hopefully, we can find one with a place clear enough to land.
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