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The plane had only been in the air for about an hour when an older man in an expensive looking suit collapsed in a coughing fit for a few minutes before he just stopped.Ryan was sitting a few rows behind the man and didn't pay much attention, the whiskey and coke and the sound of AC-DC was numbing him to everything around him. The Stewards and some of the other passengers crowded around the man, a pretty blond air stewardess was attempting CPR when there was an explosion of movement from the well dressed man. He raised himself up off the ground and threw up some blood before sinking his teeth into the air stewardesses neck, latching onto it until a few passengers managed to pull him off her. Ryan reverted to a plan that had worked most of his life. Run. In a burst of movement Ryan unbuckled his seat belt, grabbed his backpack and flung himself out of his chair, the last of his drink splashed onto the woman sitting next to him, Ignoring her outburst he ran towards the bathroom, opening the door he looked back to see more of the shambling people beginning to savage the passengers who hadn't been fast enough.

Sitting on the toilet Ryan rubbed his face trying to piece together what had just happened. "Zombies" Ryan said to himself "fucking zombies" he said to himself. The he had seen a few infected back in London, mostly homeless people or drug addicts that were living rough but he'd never seen one as close as he had today. laughing slightly at his misfortune "of course". Ryan pulled out a pouch of Golden Virginia from his pocket and calmly rolled a cigarette his moment of panic seemed to be over. Taking out his trusty zippo he sparked the flint and raised the flame to the cigarette, Ryan inhaled before exhaling a long trail of smoke. Suddenly the high pitched sequel of an alarm forced Ryan onto the floor of the bathroom clutching his ears the cigarette fell onto his heavily tattooed arm "FUCK!" Ryan yelled both cursing his own stupidity and in pain. The plane shuddered and the sound of metal grinding could be heard as the plane sharply fell. The next minute or so Ryan fell in and out of consciousness one second he was being throw to the other side of the bathroom the plane was dark, only the planes emergency lighting provided any light. After this Ryan blacked out, he woke up as the plane hit the ground, the force of the crash had enough force behind it to push Ryan into the toilet wall creating a large hole were his head had hit. Ryan bit his lip hard enough to draw blood to stop himself from screaming, he could fell a drip of warm blood run down his forehead and into his eye's temporarily blinding him. He recovered after a few minute and put some toilet paper on his forehead to stem the bleeding before opening the toilet door

Chaos. Chaos was the one word Ryan could use to sum up the situation. It reminded him of the first time he saw a full on bar brawl a few weeks into his first job working behind the bar at a run down pub in canning town. The emergency lighting was flickering in places, occasionally Ryan could see infected ripping at the flesh of other passengers. Blood was everywhere, on the seats, on the walls, on roof, pools of the stuff covered the floor, the iron tinged stink clung to everything. A few passengers were still alive most were huddled together at the back of the plane pushing back the infected with whatever they could find. Ryan spun on his heels hearing a growl behind him. It was one of the flight attendants, she was in her early 20's, long red hair,attractive, more cleavage on display then probably excepted and a large chunk of her pale flesh had been ripped off her leg. She stumbled towards Ryan biting at the air in between her growls, Ryan neatly dodged her when she lunged for him and ran towards one of the emergency doors that was still lit up. Slashing through pools of blood he made his way towards the door tripping over the lifeless body of the woman who had been sitting next to him, he stared into her lifeless blue eye's for what seemed like a few minutes before a scream brought him back to reality. he pulled himself up and sprinted towards the emergency exit, clambering over the a body that was still in a seat he fumbled with the door before flinging it open "Come on!" He yelled to the group of survivors at the back of the plane but they seemed too busy to notice. The man Ryan had climbed over coughed up blood and lunged at him, Ryan fell out of the door into the pile of mostly dry mud and grass that the plane had dug up when it had crashed. Ryan gasped for breath as he pulled himself up and looked around.

The Farm would have looked peaceful if it wasn't for the 747 in the middle of the field. It was midday and the sun was up high in a cloudless sky. The plane had taken out a silo and some sort of grain was spilling out into a nearby ditch, on the top of a small hill was a sort of compound, there was a large old fashion barn house, a thatch roofedstable and a few other small building surrounded by a chest high stone wall. Ryan looked for any other landmarks, then back at the plane before running towards the farm house.