New Character:
Name: George Boulton
Age: 23
Weaponry: Kitchen knife, Back of rocks, Metal pole and a homemade explosive charge.
Inventory: Pen, Lighter, Fire lighters, Saw, Rope, Safety harness and a bag of marbles.
Clothing: Thick hooded top, red shirt, Slim grey-ish blue jeans, black socks, walking boots and a pair of leather gloves.
Location: Skies over Australia.
After days of flying, we look down upon what was supposed to be our holy land, but all that it once was is now lost. The Sydney smokes, the opera house (Where the main survivor shelter was) lays in rubble, half has fallen down into the river. The Sydney bridge is destroyed and all our hopes lay shattered.
The airplane circles in the air a few times above the desolate city before turning around and heading away.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. There has been a slight change in plan of where we will take you, we are currently heading to Wellington New Zealand to see if they have enough room for you there. Please lay back and enjoy the flight."
I get up walk to the front of the plane,
"Excuse me, may I see the pilot?"
I ask the air hostess.
"I'm sorry, the pilot is busy at the moment, may I interest you in some fresh tea?"
"No, I need to see the pilot!"
I shout.
"Now, I'm sure there is no need to get angry sir, please, I am going to have to ask you to return to your seat."
She calmly replies.
I turn around to head back to my seat when there is a violent shake. I am thrown over to one side of the plane.
"Ladies and Gentlemen please fasten your seat-belts, we appear to be suffering from some turbulence."
Loud clunking noises are coming from above, like something heavy is slamming across the roof. The ceiling of the plane indents in by each thud and suddenly an arm smashes through the roof, its figure muscly and bulging with veins.
I stand up and walk closer to it.
"What is this that you have brought upon us!"
The arm pulls out of the plane and it smashes through again and again, destroying the roof.
"Everyone to the back of the plane!"
I frantically usher everyone to the back of the plane.
"Do your worst "zombie" my family was torn limb from limb by your kind, it's time for some revenge."
The plane suddenly jerks to the left and the zombie rips the roof off completely, its huge muscular posture sprawled over the roof, it clambers in and makes at dash at us. I jump to the side as it slams into the passengers, on of the passengers slash its shoulder with an axe, but it pulls back and whacks we to the side against the door. It turns around and thumbs its huge fists into me, knocking the door out of the position and breaking it clean off the hinges. I fall grasping onto the battered door, Its uneven shape causes it to start spinning, I catch a final glimpse of the plane just as the back is torn right off by the zombie. The next second I realize I am about to hit the water, I hold my breath and pray.
