World War Z (Part 11)
Gerry and Akane braced each bag wall with a few other passengers, a futile attempt given the loose material. With a crash the dead easily tore through the barricade and lunged at the nearby passengers. Teeth met flesh and Gerry was knocked onto his back, while Akane wisely started to shoved her way to the front of the plane. Her knife was out and she had stabbed a few dead that tried to bite her, though they weren't clean kills and she was starting to get swarmed. Segan rose to her feet and drew a handgun as people were rushing all around her like mice in a cage with a cat.
Gerry struggled as a dead man landed on top of him but another passenger distracted the thing making him able to kick it off. with fast feet he got back up while grabbing a backpack to use as both a weapon and bite guard. Logan got to his feet, letting the dog go as landing just wasn't going to happen. Seeing his wife getting overrun he pulled out his sidearm much like Segan and started taking shots at the dead he could see. His aim was to find a few of the living but they were as good as dead given the number of the dead already walking around.
With a few less dead to deal with, Akane was able to break free and push past the few alive that were blocking her path. She didn't' waste time as she ran to Logan and Segan, Gerry not too far behind as he fought off a few dead that came at him. Segan, seeing more of a clear shot, not wanting to kill any living innocence like Logan, killed the few that were attacking Gerry. That had him running back to Segan who kept shooting each and every dead that ran at the four. Logan joined her in her extermination, but the dead were growing too fast, their shots weren't hitting perfect headshots, and they didn't have the room to reload as the dead were just too close.
Gerry could see the end of how this went the longer the dead swarmed the front of the cabin. He had slammed himself down onto the ground and looked at the grenade still attached to Segans gear. He then gazed around at the growing hoard infecting the last living people on the plane, each one another dead ready to end their lives. He looked at Segan as she looked back, then to Logan and Akane who were both now firing at every dead that got close. Logan looked down to see him and the grenade before nodding his head. Gerry took the advice and grabbed, pulled the pin, and tossed the grenade into the growing dead.
Logan killed that last few heading their way before forcing Akane into a seat. He threw himself on top of her and braced as the grenade was about to blow. Gerry pulled Segan down as well and the next moment the boom of the explosion rocked their eardrums. The blast opened the side of the plane, causing a pressure release and sucking out every dead nearby. Logan was quick to sit down next to Akane who was laughing like a child at the fucking chaos, and buckle himself in. Gerry pushed Segan into a seat and did the same, but wasn't fast enough for himself as the air pressure pulled at him.
He started to shift to the opening but Logan's hand threw itself out and pressed him back to the seat next to Segan. The suction pushed him to the seat and he forced his seatbelt on and secured it. Logan screamed as his arm was pulled in a bad direction, but he managed to pull it back before the thing got torn off. Still, it hurt like a mother fucker and they weren't done with the move just yet.
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"(I fucking told you!)" Ivan the co-pilot said as the two pilots put on there emergency air supply masks. They had seen the dead growing in the back of their plane, but they couldn't do anything to stop it as crashing would kill them as well. Now though? Now there was a hole in the plane and they were losing elevation fast. They signaled to the closest working tower, but knew they were crashing.
"(Fine you were right!)" the pilot said as he tried to crash the plane in a way that wouldn't kill them. they sputtered and shifted past the hills of Wales aiming for some kind of natural runway. they weren't finding it and the plane was falling to the ground fast. Eventually they just accepted that the nose was going first and the pilot turned to the co-pilot. "(I should probably tell you this if were going to die, I've been fucking your sister.)"
("I ALREADY KNOW!)" Ivan screamed as the plane crashed into the earth.
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"Fuuuuuck" AKane said as he hung upside down, the first thing she felt was pain from the crash. Logan was bleeding from a head wound and knocked out cold. Akane reached down and unbuckled herself, falling to the ground in a heap. "Shit, really hope we heal after the movies are over" she said as he got to her feet. She looked up at her husband and pulled out her knife.
Both of them had made sure their knives were in locking sheaths in case shit like this happened. She pulled herself up to the seat and cut his belt, which ended with him falling into his own heap. "Fucker, don't make me carry your six foot ass." She dropped back down and checked his pulse and thankfully he was still alive. "Would be a real fucking shame for you to die right at the end babe" Akane said as she sat down and stretched her sore body.
A groan nearby had her gaze in a certain direction. "Fuck...Okay, let's get this bread" she said while getting up and doing a few more limber stretches. She then dropped and pulled her heavy fucking husband into a fireman's carry, while also being thankful for the peak body she had right now. "Unngh, god why do I love all of these muscles on you" she said, getting to her feet and having to groan out at the weight. "Oh god! When you wake up, I'm going to use you like a fucking living sex doll for this. It's been like a week without some fun and this bitch is thirsty!"
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Gerry blinked awake, his eyes trying to focus on his surroundings. He found himself a few feet from the ground, still buckled in and alive thankfully. He shifted himself to sit upright as he gazed around and saw the wreckage that was in every direction he looked. He didn't see anyone around the plane, no living and no dead, just the smell of burned out fires put out by the wet ground around the plane. His body screamed in pain and he looked over to see that Seagan wasn't nearby.
He also didn't see Logan or Akane and had a fear that he was the only living one left. The thought of his actions had killed them ate at him, but he also knew that he needed to get to the W.H.O facility. Shifting to get free he felt extreme pain as he looked down to see a piece of detritus firmly shoved into his side. He ripped open his shirt around the foreign object and tried to pull on it. The Pain that racked his body made him stop and realize that was a bad idea.
Breathing out he looked to the ground and knew this needed to be done. With a brace for pain he unbuckled and fell to the ground, his body spasming from the impact. his wound screamed at him but he fought the blackout levels of pain and the scream he wanted to shout out. His fall signaled the shouts and screams of a dead nearby and he looked over to see a woman still buckled in. Good News is that the dead didn't know what a fucking buckle was. Still the sight made Gerry look away with anger at the damn resilience of this plague.
"Got to move," Gerry said, pulling himself up. "Got, to, move," he said as he grabbed a jacket as the cold of Wales made him start to shiver. The sound of crunching footsteps made him look behind himself. Standing with a blanket was Segan looking at Gerry with relieved eyes. The sound of a suppressed gunshot had both of them looking over to the buckled dead. it was now truly dead as Akane amazingly carried her unconscious husband, while dropping the hand with one of her sidearms.
She looked over to the two and waved a hand at the piled guns she had found.
"Segan, if you could grab me and my husband's rifles with your free hands that would be fantastic" she said. At that point Logan groaned awake and Akane sighed in pleasure as she tossed the big man onto the ground, "nevermind." Logan groaned louder on the ground but Akane just sat next to the dead zombie she just killed. "This big fucker can carry it himself" she said breathing out heavy from the exertion of the past five minutes of carrying his ass.