buckled tightly around the bundle. Even then, the
man fought and screamed, wrestling against the seatbelt without
success.
Peter found his sons after some sort
of calm had been restored to the plane’s cabin. One of the
uninjured flight attendants escorted them to the first class area
where a few seats were open and settled them there for the rest of
the flight.
“ Here,” she said to him,
pressing two mini bottles of Smirnov into his hand. “You may need
this.”
He did indeed and set them on the arm
of his new seat. His sons were on either side of him.
“ Jesus, Dad,” said James,
“What happened back there?”
Peter looked at his teenage son. The
boy had blood splattered across his face. Tiny drops of it clung to
his eyelashes and forehead. One large fleck was on his
nose.
“ The world is a crazy place
sometimes,” he replied, passing over a hot towel that the flight
attendant had presented them with when they were reseated. “Here,
wipe your face off.” Then he turned to his David and Andrew and
asked if they were ok while James rubbed his face clean.
They were visibly shaken but nodded
that they were. Peter took the towel from James and passed it to
them.
“ Here, you guys wash your
face, you will feel better.”
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Disease-K has decimated the world
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