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

peered
over—the freed handcuffed creature was hunched over Mark, it had torn his
chest and stomach open and was devouring his intestines—Karen wanted to
scream but she clasped her hand over her mouth and let her eyes scream in
terror—it didn’t know that she was there and she started to back away. Mark
was still alive as his arms flailed in reflex, and then he raised his head and
looked at Karen.
                They
weren’t Mark’s eyes anymore…
                It
roared at her, and then the other one turned and saw Karen. It immediately ran
after her. She shouted in fear and ran back to business class; she tore through
the privacy screens and then pushed her way past passengers, knocking some of
them down. They didn’t know what was happening and then the creature came through
the torn screens. It quickly forgot about Karen as it attacked the closest
passenger. Newly dead Mark came in on the other aisle and began to attack
people. Passengers ran for their lives, some tried to fight them, but they were
too strong and vicious, biting and clawing at anyone within their reach.
                It
was pandemonium.

 
                Paul’s
face was pressed hard against the headrest of his seat as he fearfully peered
at what Charlie faced a few feet away—the dead girl ran at him quickly,
her eyes were ferociously wide, and it startled Charlie so much that he turned
and fled. He ran by, and Paul saw the wild girl coming his way, so he ducked
and slid down to the floor of his seat and pressed his back against the window
in hopes of not being seen. It ran by but stopped. It saw Paul and came
straight at him, he shouted in fear as her rancid face lunged at his.
                “Get
away from me!” he shouted.
                He
kicked her hard, breaking her jaw, but she kept coming at him, screaming madly
in a distorted broken jaw howl. Paul kicked her again, and she fell facedown in
front of him. He raised his boot over her head and brought his heel down on the
back of her skull with everything he had. Bone cracked. It still tried to bite
him, so he rammed her head many times until his boot and pant leg were blood-soaked.
He crushed her head to a pile of flattened skull. “Jesus, almighty!” he spat
out.
                He
looked over his seat at what was going on—passengers were running madly
from those things, whatever they were, and there were more of them now—people
that were once normal, were now insane creatures that were killing and…he couldn’t
believe what he was seeing…they were eating the people that they killed. This made no sense. This was madness . Paul saw George’s body a few seats down from him. His body
was sprawled across a row of seats, his neck and chest torn to shreds, quarts
of his blood were painted all over him, the seats, and the floor. He was dead. Paul
scanned his eyes around the body, searching for something, but he didn’t see
what he looked for—
                George’s gun .
                Something
moved…
                Paul
looked closely…
                George’s
body moved …
                The
corpse’s eyes blinked …
                Paul
couldn’t comprehend it…
                George
rose to his feet…
                Paul
gasped as he watched George roar madly with freakish colored eyes, and then he chased
after a passenger. He, it, caught the young girl and bit into the top of her
scalp. She screeched in agony as most of her hair was ripped off. The girl’s
father tried to protect her, but the thing that was George attacked and killed
him as well. The mother was next.
                Paul
had to get away from this, but there was nowhere to go; he had to go somewhere,
couldn’t just sit there and wait to be killed. Against scared judgment, he took
off toward the front of the plane where Charlie went.