happened, and hopefully she'll emerge from her sense of shock eventually.
"It's okay," I say, stepping past the corpse. "Let's just keep going."
As I walk away, I find it hard to believe that I'm able to deal with all of this. I should be breaking down in tears, but instead I'm managing to keep everything under control. I guess the tears and the sobbing will come later, when I can afford to relax, but for now -
Suddenly I stop dead in my tracks as I hear a dull banging sound nearby. Turning, I see that Dawn has also stopped, but the banging sound is continuing and after a moment I realize that it's coming from inside the downed plane. I stare up at the windows along the side of the fuselage, but there's no doubt: someone's in there, banging on the metal and trying to get our attention. It's a chilling though to imagine someone in the plane, staring out through one of the little windows and looking straight at us.
"Leave it," I say to Dawn. "We can't rescue them. We..." I pause as I spot movement in one of the dark little windows. It's impossible to make out the person's features, but they've clearly seen us, and now the banging is becoming increasingly furious, almost manic.
I take a deep breath. What if this was the plane my parents were on? As a cold shiver passes through my body, I remember that my mother called from the airport, which means that she and my father were already off the plane. Allowing myself to relax, I try to remind myself that there's no point torturing myself unnecessarily by trying to imagine everything that could possibly have happened to them. They're gone. I accept that now, and it's time to move on. I just have to keep going.
"There can't be a survivor," I continue eventually. "It's been more than a week. Even if they had enough food, the disease from the other bodies." I pause to imagine what it would be like to end up trapped in a long metal tube with scores of corpses. Finally, I realize that although it might technically be possible that someone survived for this long, the more likely explanation is that it's another of the creatures that Henry and I saw in the car. After all, a survivor would probably have been able to open the door or find some other way out of the plane, whereas the creature seemed unable to even open the car door. Whatever they are, they don't seem too smart, so I guess this is just another of them, banging on the inside of the plane in a vain attempt to get out. I'd like to think that I won't encounter any more of them, but I know that's a forlorn hope. At some point, I'm going to have to work out what to do, but right now I just need to focus on getting to Lake Ontario. Maybe Mallory and the others have some ideas.
"Come on," I say to Dawn, before I turn and walk away. "We can't stop." I glance over my shoulder and see that she's still staring up at the plane. "Dawn!" I shout. "Come on!" I keep walking, and finally I hear her footsteps behind me.
Thomas
Missouri
The house looks deserted, but as I park the truck a few hundred meters away, I realize I can't afford to take any risks. Those creatures could be anywhere, and with Joe out of action, I can't be certain of keeping us safe. Then again, we need some fresh supplies, so I figure I might as well take a look.
"It's okay," I say as I hurry around to the back of the truck. Joe looks bad, maybe even worse than before, and it looks like there's some fresh blood coming from his wounds. The roads around here are pretty rough, and I'm pretty sure that the constant travel isn't much good for Joe's injuries, but I barely even have time to think at the moment. As I grab our only remaining rifle, I tell myself that we have to keep moving. If we stop, we're going to die, both of us.
"I'm just gonna take a look inside," I say as I double check that the rifle is loaded. "They might have some medicine."
Turning to the house, I pause for a moment, waiting for any sign that there's someone inside. It's a fairly small