Zombie Battle (Books 1-3): Trinity by Jacqueline Druga Page B

minutes of sleep without interruption. No such luck. She was summoned to the Captain’s cabin moments after she closed her eyes. She was in charge of their needs, but wished for once they’d call upon someone younger it was quite a hall there. Especially if they wanted something.
    He didn’t want coffee, he wanted something else. “Have some sort of VIP in hiding on the plane,” the Captain said.
    “How do we know?” Marian asked.
    “US Government contacted us. Passenger in 65B. Familiar?”
    “Yes,” Marian nodded.
    “Well, they want us to check on him. Report back, then move him up to first class.”
    “He’s probably sleeping. He was airsick. We have only another half hour of the flight.”
    “I know. But, this is important. Could you go check on him and move him? His name is Dr. Riesman.”
    “Yes, Captain.” Marian smiled, but it was forced. She didn’t feel like walking all the way down the steps then to the back of the plane. Row 65 was the last row.
    But she did.
    The main cabin was dark; the aisle lights were dim but give enough light for her to walk. She’d smile to the few passengers who were still awake, but most of them were sleeping.
    She hated to disturb Dr. Riesman; After all, he had taken that medication.
    Reaching into her apron pocket, she pulled out a small flash light.
    Row 57 she heard something. It was a wet sound, squishing.
    It grew louder as she hit row 62.
    At Row 63, she heard a heavy, gurgling. A breathing that didn’t sound right.
    Had he taken a turn for the worse? The odd sounds grew louder.
    She arrived at row 64 and couldn’t see Dr. Riesman’s head. Perhaps he had gone to the rest room. Another step, a raise of the flashlight, Marian softly called “Dr. Riesman.”
    The beam hit the empty seat of ‘65B’ only for a split second. Into the light, Hans raised his head with a snarl. His mouth opened wide, showing his teeth and blood along with saliva poured out. His eyes flared a deadly blank look.
    Fear had consumed her so much, that she couldn’t get a productive scream.
    Hans shook his head like an animal, shucking remains from his mouth.
    The flashlight tippled from her grip as her hand shot to her mouth and backed up when she watched Hans returned to devouring the man in ‘65 A’.
    Marion was frozen in fear and in shock. She wanted to scream, warn the sleeping passengers. She hadn’t a clue what to do. So she ran. She ran as fast as she could through the plane and up to the Captain’s cabin. “You need a gun.”
    “Marion, what’s wrong?” The Captain spoke calming, standing as he did.
    “A gun. A gun!” Marion screamed, and then broke into hysterics. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”
    “Marion.” With a firm grip to her and a slight jolt, the Captain vied for her attention. “What is going on? Calm down.”
    Marion cried out. A bone chilling scream, followed by sobs.
    “Greg, I’ll be back.” The Captain moved to the door.
    “Do you want me to go?” Greg asked.
    “No. I’ll see what the problem is. In the meantime, notify Berlin and alert them that we may have a situation.”
    As the Captain began to leave, Marion dove for him, holding on, begging and sobbing ‘please don’t go back there’ repeatedly.
    The Captain pulled her from him, pulled the cabin door closed and walked out.
    Marion dropped to the floor.
    Greg’s radioing to Berlin was mere background noise as Marion weakly reached up and locked the door.
    The cockpit was safe and secure.
    No one could get in there. They would be fine until they landed and that would be long.
    Something told Marion that the Captain wouldn’t be back.
    She was right.
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    They arrived at a small village just after dawn. Chickens danced about in the orange hue of morning, people moved, but not slowly. They radioed in to let command know their position. Jack’s patrol was on foot, a vehicle would meet them there.
    The woods didn’t bring anymore incidents. That was good. Jack believed he did overreact and