The Fall of Society (The Fall of Society Series, Book 1) by Thonas Rand

from terror as droplets of blood landed all over
his forehead. The dead Peter was ripping into his chest and throat; it had
tackled him over a seat and they were both on top of another terrified
passenger. The beast saw the woman underneath the steward and reached for her
face. She screamed, and it grabbed her by the lower jaw and yanked violently,
severing her tongue and pulling it out in streams of blood. All the passengers
had scattered as they tried to get away from the horror unfolding before them.
                “Hey!”
the air marshal called to it.
                It
was eating the woman’s tongue when it stood up to George’s call. The air
marshal was standing twenty feet away in a tactical stance, aiming his sidearm
at Peter. It lurched forward at him and he took careful aim.
                He
placed his finger on the trigger…
                It
ran faster for him…
                He
took a deep breath—
                It
was ten feet from him…
                He
held his breath—
                The
thing opened its mouth for savagery…
                He
pulled the trigger—
                A
spent nine-millimeter shell casing fell to the carpet…
                It
wouldn’t be alone for long…
                The
bullet hit the creature in the center of its chest—
                It
stopped shortly from the impact…
                And
then it charged for him again…
                George
couldn’t believe that it didn’t go down, and then he fired again—
                Hitting
it in the heart, but it kept coming…
                Then
the air marshal aimed for its head …
                He
was about to fire—until Elizabeth tackled him from the side, her face
stretched in a rage of the dead—the one with two bullets holes in its
chest joined in and they both began tearing through the air marshal’s clothes
to get at his flesh. His gun fell out of his hand, bounced off a seat and out
of sight.

 
                Charlie
desperately tried to resuscitate the captain. He did chest compressions to
restart his heart, and then he stopped and gave him oxygen by performing
mouth-to-mouth. He checked the captain’s pulse and there was nothing. “Come on,
Henry, don’t quit on me!” Charlie told the lifeless man.
                Charlie
did more chest compressions and was in such a frenzy to bring him back from the
dead, that he didn’t notice the captain’s skin turn gray. He stopped on his
chest and gave him more mouth-to-mouth, his mouth was against the captain’s, dangerously
close as Charlie blew a long force of air into his lungs, but it didn’t do any
good. He didn’t see it when the captain’s eyes move under the closed lids, they
moved, just briefly.
                He
was gone.
                “Goddamnit!”
Charlie stated in defeat.
                He
grabbed another clean towel and placed it over the captain’s face.
                And
then he heard the air marshal’s screams…
                Charlie
took off running toward the rear of the plane, leaving the captain’s body where
it lay.
                Jeffrey
and Richard walked in the direction that Charlie headed.
                The
captain’s body was left unattended.
                And
a moment later—
                He
sat up…

 
                Mark
was by himself with the handcuffed beast in first class, and it was still
battling to free itself from the steel bracelets.
                Ching!
                Ching!
                Ching!
                The handcuffs were taking a beating from
the force of the creature. Mark could also hear Karen, not too far away, in the
business section receiving loud complaints from