Airborne

Chapter 15 - Darkness

The plane was divided, Jack, Aiden and the other students all sat in plane seats directly in front of the suitcase forts. Most of the other passengers refused to sit in the same cabin as the students, all of them cowering in the first cabin despite the lack of seats, a few pointing the weapons towards the students, which they had confiscated from the teenagers.

Stephen's body still laid next to the captain's quarters, nobody dared touch it, the pool of blood oozing from the hole in his dead stained the once flawless fluffy carpet, turning it to a murky brown that contrasted with the ordinary tan colours.

With the extra space in the cabin, Jack was using three different seats to lie down, something he would have never considered a luxury before, Aiden was lying on the floor next to him, Jack had told him to find his own three seats, but his brother had refused, not wanting to leave Jack's side. Jack would have gotten angry again at this point, but this situation was different, everyone was traumatized so he let it slide, he didn't want to take his eyes off Aiden anyway.

David and Samantha lounged together in the seats in front of Jack and Aiden, they had definitely grown closer to each other since the Dubai incident, finally getting close enough to talk to each other. The three others, Ronald, Warit and Erica all sat alone. Their friends having all died due to this nightmare. Warit had his head buried in his hands, Stephen was his best friend, always had his back, except for the one moment he needed him.

Only a few of the other passengers sat in the 2nd cabin, that included that Thai girl, Sanit, who was trapped in a lavatory with Aiden. Additionally, there was the old man and that businessman who somehow seemed to understand the zombie's weakness. A few more were also here, but no one else that caught Jack's attention, even the few teachers that remained were avoiding Jack and the others, not all of the teachers made it back to the plane, including his history teacher Mr. Fraiser. At least he didn't have to worry about that history essay anymore.

Just then, the lights in the plane shut off. Jack was startled, and quickly sat up before realizing what happened. The lights were turned off, the captain expected everybody to start sleeping. He had no idea where they were going, but it seemed like they would take a while. He didn't trust that Randall would keep the others passengers under control, they would kill him in his sleep most likely! He glanced down towards Aiden and noticed he was asleep, snoring softly. Jack couldn't help but smile, knowing Aiden was safe, Jack reached into a seat pocket and tugged out one of the issued Singapore Airlines blankets, he tore it out of the plastic wrapper and clutched onto the soft brown fabric. He then opened the blanket wide and tossed it over Aiden, allowing it to flutter harmlessly down across his body. He wanted his brother to feel safe, maybe making him warmer would help contribute. Jack then decided to relax himself, he took out his phone and some headphones, he plugged it in and turned on some classical music. It was the only music he liked, the only he believed required true talent to produce, it also helped him relax, unwind from the IB stress, which was greatly needed in his life.

He didn't mean to, but within a minute, he too was asleep.

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"This is flight 5035 from Singapore! We need help, there are infected on the plane and we are stranded in the air. We need a place to land!" He pleaded into the radio, only static replying to him.

"There's no point, there is nothing left." the pilot moaned as he gazed ahead into the night.

"You can't say that!" Eric gasped. "It hasn't even been a day! The world can't be overrun already!"

"Have you seen what has happened? How fast you turn, how fast they run.. how fast people turn? How fast..." Then he paused.

"What?" Eric asked curiously.. "How fast what?"

"How fast people go crazy..." The pilot said, gesturing behind them to the flight attendants. Justin was sitting down, another flight attendant treating his wounds.

"They're just scared, sir." Eric replied. "We all are, everything will be better once we get those people to safety. Just you watch." He reassured the pilot, patting his shoulder. "They'll be thanking all of us, for doing our duties to guaranteeing their safety. We refueled the plane for them, if we hadn't done that, we would still be stranded in the airport." 

"But we didn't save them all." Justin interrupted. "Over half the passengers are infected, never to be cured." He stated blankly. "And it's all our fault. We should have made sure nobody left the plane when we landed in Dubai."

Eric glanced down. "That... is correct. But we won't take that chance again. We're not landing again until it is guaranteed it is safe there." He stated, a few of the flight attendants nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, but first we have to find a safe place." The pilot interrupted as he glanced towards his employees. "The radio is dead silent, as far as we know, civilization has collapsed." He said as he gazed outside again, staring into space.

"Lets not lose hope yet, I'm sure there is someone still out there." Eric replied with a nervous chuckle. Just then, as if it was scripted, the radio crackled to life, it was filled with static, but the staff could hear what they were saying.

"Hej, der er København lufthavn, vi accepterer stadig flygtninge." The man in the radio stated, obviously this was a language the staff didn't understand. Yet, all stood up eagerly as Eric literally dove to the radio.

"Hello?! Hello?! I speak english!" Eric cried into his headset as he threw it onto himself.

"Hello! This is Copenhagen airport-" The man said before Eric interrupted him.

"This is flight 5035 from Singapore! We need help, there are infected on the plane and we are stranded in the air. We need a place to land!" He repeated into the microphone. The idea of zombies being on a plane obviously concerned the man, as he was silent for quite some time.

"We'll let you land, but you all will have to be decontaminated first." The man responded after thirty minutes of silence.

"P-perfect!" Eric said, shedding a tear as the flight attendants behind him cheered jubilantly. "J-just don't open the back doors of the plane. That's where the infected are." He stated.

"Note taken." The radio man responded simply.

Eric couldn't believe what he was saying as the told the Pilot. "Set course for Denmark."

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Another chapter done!

I'm at the moment, planning to probably have this be a minimum 20 chapters long, We've almost reached the end. Does that mean something will go wrong?