Zombie Candy Chainsaw Massacre

MIA: Retreat and Reload

So with Kory still alive, Ginger being well... silent and distant as she was since the gun shop, Russia and Bipolar being... Russia and Bipolar, and Emmett's constant flirting caused by lack of sane girls, the whole waiting period was disastrous. We had been trying to contact someone in France for days now, but we haven't had any response. And Russia was in fear that if we didn't have clearance first, we'd get shot down out of the sky. Which, with all other factors, would be a pretty tragic way to die at this point.

And also, if you've ever seen, heard, or been near me while I've flown a plane, you wouldn't necessarily want to be on board when I did. But of course being the only one out of our little team who just happened to have the skill of flying, was just unlucky... for all of us.

Further more, if we were even able to make it to France, what would become of us then? Take a few French classes, blend into the society by eating croissants for every meal and pretend that the ruins of America is merely a small factor of the past, and there is absolutely nothing to be done about it? Or would we pretend this whole ordeal never happened, and move on into a new life? Unlikely. It wasn't like we could just forget all the family members lost, people killed and let's face it, all the people we be-headed. I'm pretty sure none of us ever would. Especially those of us who had to kill our own brothers and sisters...

"Minneapolis..." I hear Kory's voice behind me, while I was searching through one of the airport's computers in the control room.

"What dipshit? I'm busy." I say trying hard to focus on what I was looking at, but it was merely impossibly with all us going on... not to mention the Hollister boy's strong perfume slowly suffocating me.

"You're never going to find it that way. Here, let me try." He says. I hesitate, but move out of the way to let him ruin whatever I was doing. "See, you have to run the search under... and it has to be specific as to... Now just-hmm... no, that can't be... There!" A list of numbers comes up on the screen. It was old technology but I could figure it out.

"I've been trying to find the list of codes for hours. How'd you find them?" I ask in awe.

"Guess I'm just magic." He shrugs, and leaves me to my work. I sat back down at the computer, and ran a scan on the ones I thought may be important to opening the gates, doors, and plane controls. This may be old stuff, but they sure had high powered security in this airport. All of them seemed to still be in use, so I picked up the pencil and notepad laying over on one of the desks, and flipped through the pages for a clean sheet.

But while I was searching through the pages one in particular caught my eye. I had noticed all the handwriting in the booklet had been in cursive, this had been in plain print. Second, it had been written in ink, the rest had been in pencil. Third was the many ink blotches stained on the paper, and there was no pens around. And then there's the actual words written on the page. They were different routes for Australia. And little notes on the side about where the outbreaks. France being one of them. So then I scanned all the computer's files on Australia, since it was no obvious we would be traveling to France now.

Two hours later I emerged from the cramped little room to find myself alone. I figured the rest of them were wondering the airport somewhere, and decided to make the best of being alone for awhile. I strolled over to the lost and found, and got a hold of an lost I-pod and some really nice headphones. I had noticed earlier that one of the gates had a really nice view of the city, so I made myself a nice little lounge chair (it did involve a little axe work, though...) and put on Pandora and drifted off to sleep.

Two hours later I woke up a little after sunset. Everything was the same as it had been when I fell asleep, which concerned me since

A: This was the middle of the zombie apocalypse. Where are all the zombies?