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Zombie Planes: Revised and Extended 2013
Zombie Planes: Revised and Extended 2013
Zombie Planes: Revised and Extended 2013
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Zombie Planes: Revised and Extended 2013

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The complete saga of a flight crew trapped at 30,000 feet with a plane full of zombies. They make their way to the ground only to be thrust into a small town struggling to survive the coming hordes of zombies from a major city.

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Release dateMar 14, 2013
ISBN9781301297887
Zombie Planes: Revised and Extended 2013
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Dwayne Phillips

A systems and computer engineer since 1980. A short story fiction writer.

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    Zombie Planes

    Dwayne Phillips

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    Zombie Planes

    Luther Schlumberger sat in the pilot’s seat of the United Airlines’ 747. Next to him his co-pilot, Alfred Jackson, was already settling into his seat and running through the pre-flight checklist.

    Everything on your iPad? asked Luther.

    Yes, answered Alfred.

    Extras loaded as well? asked Luther.

    Yes, those, too. Newspapers, magazines, all the downloads off WiFi this morning, answered Alfred.

    When are you going to pull your weight on that stuff? asked Alfred. When are you going to upgrade from the flight case to the iPad like everyone else?

    Not me, answered Luther. I’m too old for that. I retire in six months. Me and the wife will settle down and be in the grandparents’ business. You guys keep up with all the new stuff.

    So you have all the charts loaded in that case of yours? asked Alfred.

    Don’t mind what I have in my case, answered Luther.

    The two slowly went through their checklists. They, especially Luther, could have done it in ten minutes, but they had an hour while the passengers boarded, so they took their time.

    Chief Purser Sandra Ireland stepped into the cockpit from the upper deck business class area. How does it look today? she asked.

    Fine, answered Luther. A nice October day. Should be clear until we clear the coast and nothing major between there and the islands.

    Sounds good, answered Sandra. What are you two doing in Hawaii on the layover?

    Not much really, answered Luther. I’ve been there too many times to be thrilled. Guess I’ll go for walks around the motel.

    You are too old, said Alfred. Both of you are.

    Watch it mister, chided Sandra. You may be speaking the truth, but you don’t have to say it out loud.

    I’m enjoying every minute in Hawaii, added Alfred. Every minute on the beach. That’s for me.

    Okay, answered Sandra. Suit yourself, and use sun block.

    Old people, mumbled Alfred. Old people, walks in the shade and sun block.

    Sandra left the cockpit and tended to the last details before the plane was pushed back from the gate.

    The two pilots were straining to see the ground personnel. Their downward gaze kept them from seeing a large red mass splatter the inside of the terminal window as people ran frantically in every direction.

    As the plane sat in line for takeoff, Luther looked over at the co-pilot and held out his hand. Let me see the iPad. I want to scan the newspaper while we wait.

    Sure, answered Alfred as he handed the electronic chart holder to the pilot.

    Let’s see, said Luther as he scrolled quickly through the Tribune.

    Ready for us, said Alfred. We’re up now.

    Oh, said Luther. He set the iPad down before he had finished scanning the page and attended to the take off. In the bottom of the screen was a small item. It read:

    NYC hospitals swamped with mysterious virus. Patients are violent. Three killed before dawn.

    * * * * *

    An hour later, Schlumberger and Jackson stared blankly into the open, blue sky. All was well.

    A buzzer rang, and Schlumberger picked up the intercom handset.

    Yes? asked Luther.

    Trouble, we have some trouble, said Sandra Ireland.

    Luther paused, glanced a concerned expression at the co-pilot and asked, What kind?

    I, I’m not sure, answered Sandra in a worried tone. There is something happening back in economy. A couple of passengers are fighting.

    What? asked Luther.

    You heard me, answered Sandra. But...

    But what? asked Luther.

    Sandra didn’t answer.

    Come on Sandra, chided Luther. You’ve been in the air longer than me. You’ve seen everything. What is it?

    I don’t know, answered Sandra. I’ll get back to you.

    I’ll come down, said Luther.

    No! exclaimed Sandra. No. Stay locked up there. Stay there. Keep the door locked until I know what is happening.

    The phone went silent.

    What is it? asked Alfred.

    Not sure. Sandra was upset, really upset, and she isn’t like that unless something is wrong, answered Luther. Tighten up. Let’s see what happens, but tighten up for now.

    Half an hour passed with no word from the Chief Purser.

    That’s long enough, said Luther. He started to stand, but the co-pilot stopped him.

    No sir, said Alfred. You know we’re supposed to sit tight in these situations. The door is secured and no one can knock it open. You know that.

    The pilot settled back into his seat. Okay, but I’m calling.

    Luther picked up the handset and pressed the call button. The intercom handset in the purser’s area blinked. It blinked for a minute, then another minute, then a third minute.

    Come on Sandra, muttered Luther. Come on, answer.

    What! came a young woman’s scream in the handset.

    Who is this? asked Luther.

    Cindi, answered the woman’s voice. Cindi Margole.

    Luther held the handset to his chest and turned towards the co-pilot. Do we have a Cindi Margole on the crew today? he asked.

    Sure, answered Alfred. Rookie, works the back of the bus. Why?

    What are you doing in the purser’s area? Luther asked. Where is Sandra?

    Sandra is … started Cindi to answer.

    Okay, Sandra is what? asked Luther.

    Sandra is, well, Sandra is chewed up. She’s been chewed up.

    What? asked Luther. Look, uh, Cindi. Cindi, get up here now. Three short knocks on the door.

    The intercom went silent. In a moment there were three short knocks on the cockpit door. They were repeated several times. Luther stood to open

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