The Undead

Chapter 65: End Game

--Kaleb's Point of View--

I take my crew into the first hangar we are able to reach. Phillip gives us word that walkers are still on their way towards us and that he and Cole have even spotted some outside the main entrance already. "Guys, there is a plane...let's get her fueled up. Cole and Phillip, watch the main gate. Close the doors if it comes to the point where there is to many undead. I want everyone else on deck and fueling this up or loading it." I quickly demand. We all spread out to gather the different materials.

Cole and Phillip stand on each side of the hangars doors and they have nothing but seriousness on their faces. Ryan and I rush over the the west side of the hangar and start grabbing parachutes to bring with us. One regular and one reserve for each of us. In case they shouldn't work. We throw them into the back of the small private jet, then I have Ryan go and put them all strategically under each seat including the pilot's and co-pilot's. While he does that I do a check-up on Phillip and Cole's positions. Just a few walkers right now.

I walk into the very back room of the hangar where there is a pair of pilot's clothes. A nice jacket saying US Pilot on a badge shaped as a jet. There is a baseball cap that says the same thing. I throw them on and search around the room. "Oh, what the hell is that smell" I say to myself quietly. I look around and find a decaying corpse on the floor. Flies are buzzing all around it and I kick the body to make sure it is dead. It flips over and groans slightly. "Oh shit!" I scream as I kick his head in repeatedly. It doesn't seem to be recovering anytime soon so I keep on. The back room doesn't have anything cool in it other than those two clothing articles that I have already slipped on.

I exit the room and run into the others who are still fueling the plane up. I start to help them as Ryan hops out of the plane to let me know the task is finished. "Okay bud, thanks. I need you to go check on Cole and Phillip! Okay?" I ask of him. He smiles brightly and runs to them as we finish fueling the plane. He returns shortly and says that there are more walkers. "Phillip says if we are going to go..we need to now."

We start boarding the plane and I start up the plane. I look to my right to see Cole, once again, in the pilot's seat. He ensures that he can handle a plane. So we pull out of the hangar faster than a normal plane would and turn onto the small runway.

"Ladies and gentlemen...this is your pilot speaking. We are about to accelerate rapidly and leave the surface at approximately eighty five degrees. Fasten your belts and hold tightly...here we go" I say in a sarcastic tone. I let the plane accelerate until we take off. I tilt the plane to the said angle and we go almost straight into the air. We leave the ground and everything shrinks as if it were built for ants.

The plane goes above the clouds and we assume one hundred eighty degrees and fly at four hundred and thirty seven miles per hour. That's when I realize I have never described to the others our destination.

"Oh, by the way guys. We have only one destination..." I say over the intercom. I hear the chatter from behind me. "If you look under your seats, you will see a parachute and a reserve parachute. I advise for you to put those on right now. Now about our destination. We are going to make a direct dive bomb into the hospital where all those walkers were gathered. We are going to achieve a ninety degree drop and abandon the aircraft." I let the words exit my mouth as clear as day.

Everyone starts to shout this and that, some say it is a horrible idea, but then some agree and after a few minutes, everyone agrees. Partially because they know I am serious and that they have no say in whether I do it or not.

"Once again ladies and gentlemen..we are reverting towards the hospital. For those of you who didn't listen earlier...now is your last chance to get your parachutes on. We have approximately two minutes before we reach the hospital. I'll instruct when to jump"