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you’re like 8 feet off the ground,” chuckled Autumn.
                  On the tarmac all seven began running as fast as possible for what Dwayne said was the pilot’s rest house. Keiko lost her balance and fell flat on her face. Cade spun around and dove to cover the woman.
                  Just then the airliner smashed into the smaller jet and explosions erupted in several places and black smoke covered the sky. “Keiko we gotta move. Wreckage is falling everywhere,” said Cade. The two stood and followed the others inside the small building just off the tarmac, dodging fiery ruins falling from the sky.
                  “Where is everyone,” asked Trina. “The landing crews, security, anyone.” They all caught their breath and stared out the windows at the empty airport. “That’s a good question. Did everyone go nuts but us,” replied Cade.
                  “Who cares? Give me my bag whoever has it,” snorted Vick.
                  “What the hells in that bag so important,” asked Hank as he handed it over to the man.
                  “I know,” said Keiko.
                  “Mouth shut girly, no one’s business.”
                  “He’s…a…,” started Keiko.
                  “I mean it kid, mouth shut.”
                  “Ok, ok, let’s just go up to the terminal and see what happened,” said Autumn.
    The group agreed and began crossing the airstrips. Not a soul was around. The airplanes all sat where they parked. The burning crash still lit the sky in broad daylight. Ambulances and fire trucks sat parked at the end of the runways unattended.
    Vick walked alone in front with his precious bag around a shoulder. Keiko and Cade walked behind him hand in hand. The danger must have brought them closer than nature would have. Father and daughter walked with Trina and Dwayne in the rear, making small talk and looking around for signs of life.
    “Even in zombie movies there’s stragglers,” said Cade. “There’s nothing out here.”
    The group made their way inside the terminal through some lower ground floor doors. Creeping up the stairs they heard it. The chatter from the plane was in here, only deafening. “We have to see,” said Vick. They crept up to the top and stood.
    Looking down into what looked like the food court they saw hundreds of people huddled together. Their teeth were chattering in unison, “Holy hell it’s everyone,” gasped Autumn.
    “Watch your mouth daughter,” snapped Hank quietly. “It may be the end of the world but you won’t use that language.”
    “Fine daddy.”
    Just as they were about to go back down the stairs the airport monitors all crackled to life.
    This is the president. If anyone can hear me, we have made a terrible mistake. The F5 vaccine is tainted. Anyone who does not have the shot, DO NOT get one. Our scientists are working on a cure this very moment along with several allies.
    Please try to avoid the infected if you come across any. It appears they are blind but can smell exceptionally well. If attacked, attack their heads. Kill the brains, eyes, nose.
    Anyone listening please head North to Canada or south to Mexico. They both have assured us they will welcome uninfected into their countries and provide relief.
    Our military was vaccinated the same as all citizens, therefore we have no military anymore. No help will be coming. You are all on your own.
    That is all I can really say. I am sorry, God speed.
     
    The seven survivors all shook their heads. Hank and Trina cried. “North or South,” asked Cade. None answered and seemed to be thinking it over. Just then Hank spoke up. “Who says we are even sticking together?” He looked them all over. “I don’t know any of you.”
    “We have a better shot being together,” said Dwayne.
    They all thought to themselves and decided to go it together. “I say north,” said