Madison's POV:
"Cause when it's work all day,
I cannot escape,
I just stop and think "Am I going crazy",
Take a break, hey!"
I drowned in the sound of Britt Nicole's "Holiday", my eyes fluttering closed from the lack of sleep.
God, damn it, I should've took that pill. Not only was I the only one awake on this god-forsakened plane, I had to deal with Amanda's snoring ass leaning against my shoulder.
I glanced out've the window, noticing that we're landing. The 5 o'clock sun began peering through the heaven's sky, giving off a sunrise view.
Shaking Amanda awake, the pilot announced that we'll be exiting the plane in 5 minutes. As if on cue, the group awoken.
"Time to party!" I heard Mason's obnoxious voice in the background of my pop music. Grabbing my carry-on out've the compartment, I started out the plane, waiting for the others in the terminal.
25 minutes - and a McDonald's trip - later, we managed to exit the corridors of the airport, but even befre leaving out the door we heard a gut wrenching scream.
I covered my ears from the voice, wincing. What the hell was that for?
I glanced out've the glass door to see a middle aged woman being chased by one of the airport workers, which seemed odd to me.
We watched curiously as he tackled the woman. She thrashed dangerously, and I gasped at the sight of the man biting a chunk of her neck.
Her screams became whimpers as he clawed and feasted on her intestines.
"What the fuck?!" Peter's voice was barely audible. I heard groaning from afar, followed by a few screams and heavy footsteps.
Taking in the sight behind me, I watched fearfully as the airport amassed in chaos. A little girl came in sight, she was clutching her arm in tears, her arm was sheeting blood furiously.
Amanda shrieked as something stumbled against the door. I saw the same airport worker banging furiously on the door, groaning immensely.
His eyes looked yellow and dilated, his skin was an unhealthy grayish color, and mildly wrinkled. I gagged at the sight of goo caking the glass.
"What the hell is going on?!" Amanda panicked. Everyone looked at me with wide eyes, begging for an answer from me.
Like hell, what was I gonna do? I barely knew what was happening!
The airport suddenly overflowed with sick people, slowly wandering around. The second their sights came on us, they growled, charging at us.
"Let's get the fuck out!" I yelled over the madness. We all ran to the opposite doorframe, ignoring the beast at the other side. He scratched me lightly, almost breaking skin, but I shoved him away, grimacing at the trail of goo connecting my hands.
We took off to the rented mini van we pre-ordered. Max, the second oldest, swooned into the driver's seat, I grabbed shot-gun. Everyone else crammed into the vehicle.
Max, after many failed attempts to start the engine, finally brought the car to life. I worriedly glanced at the mob of sick charging lazily at us.
"Max!" I yelled. He snapped out've his trance and floored it, sending us forward.
My head barely slammed into the dashboard as he began recklessly heading towards the nearest exit.
Slamming on brakes, he cursed at the blockade of sick in front of us.
"What the hell do I do now?!" he furiously gripped the steering wheel.
"Don't just sit there, run those bastards over!" Mason yelled.
Max grimaced, before flooring it, yet again. He ran into a couple of the monsters, dark blood sprayed against the windshield.
"Gross," Amanda commented, burying her face into Ben's - her boyfriend's - shoulder.
There was thick silence as Max directed us towards the hotel we'd be checking in. Astonished, the hotel looked abandoned. A couple of mangled bodies loitered lifeless on the ground in front of us. Smelling the stench of the dead made me gag, but stomach down the bile threatening to spill.
"You have got to be kidding me," Max muttered, stepping outside the van. We all followed suit, carrying our bags into the grotesque hotel.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was a bit long, but I had to clarify a bit to make a bit more sense.
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Updated on: May 21st, 2015.
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