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    Another hard slam startles him. He never knew someone could hit the door so hard and he isn’t sure how long the entrance will hold under the onslaught. He informs operations of their predicament, knowing he’ll be in for a psyche eval first thing in the morning.
    Bang!
    Another hard crash shakes the cockpit. Instead of weakening, as he would expect, the crashes against the door seem even harder.
    Perhaps out of desperation .
    His heart thuds against the wall of his chest. Not knowing if the infected in the back will start hammering against any door they see, Sheldon has the co-pilot and Mary go on oxygen in case of rapid decompression.
    Denver Center continues to monitor the flight, allowing for any deviations that Sheldon might require and directing traffic out of their way. Sheldon informs the controller that he thinks the entire passenger manifest might be either injured or dead. This will make the authorities treat the flight as a hijacking, which will extend this long night. Sheldon doesn’t care as long as he can get the 757 on the ground before the infected break through the door. There isn’t an escape hatch built into the aircraft, but he’ll feel better knowing they can’t fall miles to the ground.
    Slam! The door shakes.
    The lights of Denver are closer as they pass through eighteen thousand feet. Their voices and actions are shaky as they progress through their approach to field checks. It’s a race between the structural soundness of the door and the airfield. The cockpit entrance is meant to withstand tremendous pressures to keep potential hijackers out, but Sheldon doesn’t know if it is able to handle the pounding its taking.
    It feels as if the crashes against the door are timed with each couple of hundred feet they descend.
    How can those infected sustain that kind of intensity without harm?
    Twelve thousand feet.
    They turn to the east, setting up for a long turn to final.
    Bang!
    The vibration sounds different. It has a ring to it as if the door is loosening. Beads of sweat break out on his brow. The race is going to be a close one.
    Please let the door hold .
    Although muffled from his headset, Sheldon hears Mary whimper with each slam against the door. Passing through eight thousand, with the engines in flight idle and speed break deployed to aid in their rapid descent, Sheldon turns to a long final. In the distance, he sees the strobes of the approach lighting system and the steady white of the runway lighting.
    “It’s been a helluva night,” the co-pilot says, bringing the flaps down another notch.
    “That it has,” Sheldon replies, adjusting their airspeed.
    With the continued pounding behind them, almost in their sub-conscious, the gear is lowered. They forgo their normal announcements as, well, they just do, feeling the need for them to be rather moot at the moment. Three green lights flash on and remain steady near the gear handle.
    Seven thousand feet, two thousand feet above the ground, and descending in a landing configuration. The pounds against the door continue. The aircraft shakes as it goes through turbulence stemming from the mountain waves. Sheldon applies small corrections to the controls to keep the aircraft aligned. The strobes from the approach lighting blink in rapid succession, pointing toward the runway.
    Their bright landing lights illuminate the red metal towers of the approach systems as they flash underneath. Another bang on the door and Sheldon can definitely feel and hear the difference. He knows the door is giving way.
    Six thousand feet and the strong beams of their landing lights begin picking up the runway markings. Red flashing lights from the responding emergency vehicles stand out near the runway, the vehicles positioned along its length. Sheldon knows that some will chase the aircraft down the runway when it lands. Due to the nature of their emergency, Sheldon will stop and hold the aircraft on the runway, awaiting further