Chatter Read Free

decent and they had to get into the cabin. Dwayne crawled to his feet and checked over the edge of the seats. Greg lay with singed shirt and two bright red burns on his chest.
    “Chattttttter chatter chattttttttttttter.” “Stomp stomp stommmmmp.” It was deafening in the plane.
    The captain raced through the aisle and opened the cabin door. They all made their way inside and locked the door. With three seats it meant four of them would have to lay low again and hope for the best. There was no way any of them would go back out there with those things.
    Dwayne sat in the captain’s chair, while Keiko took the left chair and Autumn was given the right chair. They all buckled in and looked outside at the clouds breaking apart and land showing through. It was early day and the sun shone bright.
    The others huddled together on the floor with Vick taking a middle spot for everyone to cling to, the immovable object as Autumn had called him earlier. “Five more minutes guys, just five more minutes and we’ll be safe,” said the captain.
    As the minutes passed, the plane slowly made its approach along the runway. The landing gears emerged and they could hear the tugging of the tires and brakes working together on the tarmac. Finally after the promised five minutes the plane had stopped.
    Everyone looked around at one another. “I think we made it,” said Hank. Vick stood and looked at the door. “Let’s get out of here, find the cops.” He opened and the door and started to walk out.
    All of the passengers had broken out of their chairs. Some were bleeding; some looked like they had pulled themselves apart to get loose. Those that did were crawling along the floor by their arms, torn apart at their midsections. Close to fifteen passengers lumbered towards the cabin door.
    “Guys we have a problem.”             

 
                  Chapter 2             
     
    “Guys, we have a problem.”
                  Vick slammed the cabin door shut and spun around to the others. “They are all loose.” The large drunk had panic in his eyes. “We’re gonna have to fight through them to get out, unless anyone has a better idea.”
                  The pilot looked around and then his gaze caught something outside the front windows. “Oh no,” said Dwayne. The others caught his gaze. A large airliner was landing on the same runway they had just stopped on. “They won’t be able to stop in time.” Dwayne looked worried.
                  “There’s no way we can fight those things all at once. We do not even have weapons,” said Trina. “They were scary enough when docile.” She started to tear up.
                  “Is there an emergency hatch in here,” asked Cade.
                  “This is a small plane the only exit is back there with them,” said Dwayne.
                  The other jet was fast approaching. They had less than one minute before impact. “Screw this,” yelled Vick. “Someone hold my bag and no matter what happens I want it back or buried with me.” The others all looked at one another puzzled. “I mean it, buried with me.”
                  With that Vick used his full force and slammed into the glass of the plane’s windshield. Nothing happened. “That’s bullet proof and altitude proof son,” said Dwayne.
                  “Shut it old man, it ain’t Victor proof.”
                  Again and again the muscle bound man slammed into the glass. Finally Vick let out a guttural growl and dove into the windshield right shoulder first. Instead of bouncing back, this time he lay on the nose of the small jet. He did it!
                  “Holy shit man, you’re a monster,” said Hank.
                  “Damn right, now everyone get out here and help me down. I hate heights,” replied Vick.
                  “Dude