The mutated attacker spins his gaze to Evelyn but then leaps to the source of the next set of bullets that hit it in the chest.

Evelyn trips over the final step and falls into the plane and screams in terror when a body lands on top of her, sure it is the mutant that eyed her seconds earlier. Instead, she is pulled up by her husband who fell in after her and landed on her back.

“Go, go, go!” a man in the cabin yells to the front of the plane and the engines pitch grows higher as the plane begins to roll. “You need to get out of the doorway,” the man yells while roughly pulling and then shoving the two away from the entrance.

Two men jump into the plane followed by a mutant that lands in the doorway as well. The smaller doorway frame forces the mutant to stand still long enough for the men inside to make several shots directly to the mutants head, causing it to fall back out.

“Did you kill it?” Greg asks.

“No, it’s just running away.”

“How the hell are we supposed to survive this if bullets to the head don’t even work?”

The man turns to look at Greg and shakes his head with an expression of defeat before returning his gun’s aim to the doorway at the arrival of a new shadow. Lead agent Everett made it and smiles at them from the doorway as the jet continues its taxiing to the runway.

“The two that hit us are down, but there is another heading our way. Everyone get in position to take my place when my gun is empty.”

“Try to shoot it in the head! It makes them run away.”

Yelling back into the cabin to express his frustration he says, “I have been trying to shoot them in the head.”

The pilot makes a sudden turn with the plane, throwing everyone off balance. Everett regains his footing and turns back to the doors opening but too late to stop a mutant from landing on the door frame and grabbing him by the head. With a quick yank and twist, Everett’s body is pulled out the opening and thrown to the rear of the plane. His right leg gets sucked into one of the small jets on the back of the Beechcraft Hawker. Bullets fly from the other officers in the cabin, but the damage is done. Everett is gone, and the plane won’t fly. The mutant falls out of the door with multiple hits to the head and runs away from the craft.

“There’s a plane that just landed on the runway. If they have any fuel left, that’s the only way we’ll get out of here,” the pilot calls back to the others as he stops the jet.

“Are there any more guns on this plane? I don’t think my wife or I will last out there without one.”

Opening up a locker on the back wall, there are a few handguns and some short barreled AR-15’s. The officer pulls the charging handle on each rifle as he hands one each to Greg, Evelyn, and the pilot.

“I’ve already switched them to fire on the dial here. Don’t switch them to full-auto, you won’t hit anything and will just waste your ammo. Here’s a Glock for each of you and extra magazines for the guns. The same rules apply as before. Once we get out that door, make a straight run for the other plane and don’t stop to shoot unless you have to.”

The remaining DHS officers climb out of the jet first. Two run toward the taxiing plane heading toward them on the runway and the other runs to the motionless body of agent Everett. Greg jumps down next and helps Evelyn hop down to the pavement. The extra weight and bulk of her pregnant belly already made this morning a difficult one, having to all out run nearly a hundred yards to an approaching aircraft will push her to the limit of her physical condition.

On their run to the new plane, a few gunshots erupt from behind them, and they know another mutant is on its way. The two DHS officers at the second plane are waving at them and readying their weapons but not firing often, so the threat must not be that close yet. The pilot has passed them during the run and is in the lead but can’t help himself and turns his head to look at the threat behind them while running along. His turning head throws him off balance and causes him to fall, painfully cracking his head on the ground while Greg and Evelyn pass him by.

They have twenty yards to go, and the kneeling men start shooting at the unseen approaching danger.