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hangars in the distance; each bay door was aj ar. There were planes scattered about the runway, all seemingly derelict. The thought crossed his mind that, if things ever got too bad back at the Colony, they could secure the airport; transport the remaining survivors here, fuel up one of the better-looking small jets, and fly for safety somewhere far, far from here.
    Jonathan pulled him out of his reverie with a tug on the shoulder. The mechanic pointed to the east end, where most of the planes were.
    “Watch this end,” he said over the whirring of the propellers. “Be ready for anything.”
    Turning around, Jared saw Mark, one of the night watchmen, at the refuel truck. The young man pressed a switch. Trevor was at the nozzle, and began fuelling.
    Seconds later, like screeching banshees, the howls of dead pierced Jared’s ears.
    “Zacks,” yelled Jonathan. “C oming from the hangars.”
    Feeling his stomach go light, Jared snapped his neck around just in time to see a crowd of the dead running toward them with desperate fervor , arms outstretched and reaching. Jonathan aimed and took two shots, the lead one dropped, the back of its head exploding as it collapsed. Raising his carbine, feeling a pit forming in his stomach, Jared sighted a naked man, his rotting member dancing from side to side. He released a slow breath and squeezed the trigger, smiling as the dead pusbag fell and tripped three of its brethren.
    Jonathan, whilst slamming in a fresh magazine, cocked his head back to the refueling truck and yelled. “Mark, behind you!”
    Rounding the front of the vehicle was a trio of rotting cadavers.
    Jared had just enough time to glance back and see Mark down the first two before the ground was torn from beneath him. He sucked in a gulp of air and tasted the stink of decayed flesh. A sickly thing with long black hair and no shirt pounced and began pummeling him. His head, his stomach, his shoulders, they were bursting with pain as the creature assaulted him.
    Jared, despite having the wind knocked out of him from the fall, managed to use the weight of the dead as it reared in for another punch. Grabbing its icy arm, Jared thrust his midsection up and kicked with both legs. The thing lifted off the ground with unanticipated ease and dropped behind him.
    Realizing his ears were ringing from all the gunshots, Jared stole a peek at the others . Mark, with one of his Berettas aiming down, was walking up to the corpse of a young woman who was pulling the upper half of her torso forward with an arm so chewed that only bone remained; Jonathan was downing the last of the dead spawning from the hangars; Trevor was pointing to Jared with a scowl. The dead that had ungrounded him was regaining its footing. Jared hefted up his rifle, but hesitated a moment. The infected was staring at him; its eyes had a light orange tint. Lips twitched, revealing jagged, yellow teeth; the creature snarled.
    “Shoot the son of a bitch,” yelled Trevor.
    But Jared stood frozen. Never had he seen one of the dead have any color to its eyes other than gray. Through all the horror he’d experienced, all the death and consumption from innumerable Zacks that ruled the land, never had one stood staring. He felt the thing sizing him up, and he watched as it shifted its weight to the back of its feet.
    “What in the hell are you?”
    Jonathan’s rifle answered with a shot tearing through the dead’s neck. Before the man could get off another shot, Jared dropped it with a bullet between its eyes.
    “We’ve got more coming from the hangars,” Marked hollered. “On the other side of the runway.”
    Jared ran out, past an abandoned Cessna, and felt his heart nearly break through his chest.
    Ahead, at least thirty infected bounded toward them.
     
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    Alicia found herself back at the withered tree where she’d been drawing a mountain range free from the monstrosities outside the walls of the Colony. She’d checked most of the homes and found