Zombie **COMPLETED**

"So there is no hope for an international flight, and there is no way we can manage the traffic out there. But what about a domestic flight?" Renee finally asked.



"Where would we go? These...zombies are spreading fast, they'll be in New York soon." Brody answered.



"True, but if we can manage a domestic flight or even a private flight to a smaller city or town, on the coast, maybe we can get on one of the frieghters going back to Europe."



"There are lots of coastal towns that host shipping companies." Grace added.



"And even if we can't get on a frieghter we could possibly find someone with a boat or something willing to take us." Renee told them.



"Or a place out of town to hole up in. Worst case senario. We need to be some place pretty isolated so we can see what's coming on all sides." Brody thought outloud.



"We'd need more gun's and bullets." Pompey added.



"And a generator." Rob piped up.



"Food, we would need a lot of bottled water and canned food. How can we be certain that we can even get any?"



"I'm not above looting or breaking and entering for those things." Renee said solemnly. "Well only in places that are empty or abandoned."



"It may come to that. Even if we take a ship of some sort. We are going to need supplies." Pompey added, he was making a mental list of things they would need, it went beyond just food and water.



"Okay let's see if we can get a flight somewhere up or down the coast."







There were no domestic flights available. The airlines were concentrating on international flights and helping to get their employees and their families off the continent. However one security guard did tell them about a guy names Davis, who had a plane that might be still around to fly them somewhere. They followed the directions and found themselves in a small office with no one there.



"Hello?" Brody called, no one answered. Brad looked out the window and said he could see a man working on a plane in a hanger.



"Maybe that's Davis." They all went through a Fire door out into the hanger, the man looked up.



"You folks lost?" He asked, leering at Renee.



"We're looking for Mr. Davis." Renee said, she decided if he wanted to look at her she would use that to help them if she had too.



"I'm Sam Davis. And how can I help you Miss?" He was thin, probably about 45, he had a heavy coating of grease so it was hard to see his actual face.



"We were hoping Mr. Davis..."



"Sam."



Sam, we were hoping you would be willing to fly us up to Maine or perhaps down to Florida." She smiled. The rest kept silent, they could tell Davis was attracted to Renee.



"What the Hell do you want to go there for? You need to get your asses over to Paris or some other place like that."



"We have a plan Sam. We just can't do anything here, there's no hope of getting out of New York any other way. Please, we can give you money or jewlery."





After some haggling, and the parting of watches from Rob, Josie, Renee and rings from Nancy, Renee, Davis agreed to fly them to a small townin Maine that he knew had a major shipping port.They all decided that Josie should keep her huge engagement and wedding rings, knowing that it would just add to her distress. It was going to be a bit tight since his plane wasn't supposed to have that many passengers, but there was no luggage and cargo and Davis said he could skimp on some fuel to make the weight safer. They all knew what they were doing was dangerous but they all secretly thought it would be better to die in a plane crash then to be torn apart.





tbc...