The End Of The World

Reese's POV

I will never fly in an airplane again. NEVER AGAIN.
One moment I was happily taking a snooze in my second class airplane seat, then I get rudely awakened by a creature with a weird face. Like who does that?
So it brings me to this moment. The moment where I'm lying next to the ruins of an airplane, wondering what the heck is going on.
Let me explain.
I was on a trip to Florida to visit my family. It was a normal flight. Ya know, the flight attendant giving you those tiny bags of peanuts and little cheese sandwiches with mold on both the cheese and the bread. I decided to take a nap because I had about 2 hours to spare before my flight landed.
Roughly 30 minutes later I'm being awoken by the screams of the old geezer sitting behind me.
The next thing I know: a creature of some sort is in my face.
I was pretty ticked off.
So naturally I punched the thing in the face. I leaped over the seat and out into the aisle.
I watched in horror as many of these undead creatures went on to bite many other passengers, thus turning them into ugly creatures with their faces being peeled off.
I sprinted across the aisle and into the cockpit.
I swung the door open to find the two pilots currently getting their flesh eaten. Lovely.
The now 4 undead creatures turned to face me. I began to back out of the room, only to realize that there was a horde of the other undead behind me. I frantically reached in my pocket, pulling out the one thing I always carry.
Pepper spray.
I sprayed the can directly into an undead' s face. A stream of liquid poured out, hitting his remaining eye.
I ducked underneath one's legs and managed to get into the control room. I shoved the others out into the main area and slammed the cockpit doors shut and locked it.
I sat down in the pilots chair and stared dumbfounded at the assortment of buttons and levers.
I groaned. I began hitting an assortment of buttons that had pretty flashing lights, then figured out that a lever controlled the plane.
I bit my tongue, needing pain to keep me sane. I pushed the lever forward, lurching the plane towards the ground.
With a crash the plane collided with the earth, and the windows shattered. I could already tell that my arm was broken, but I didn't stick around.
I managed to crawl out of a broken window and run. I had no idea where I was going. But all I knew was:
If I wanted to survive, I couldn't trust anybody.