Almost everyone grabbed hold of something so as not to loose balance. Blue hold on to a pipe fixed to the wall, while I grabbed his trousers. The unlucky ones hit the other side of the plane. Musa was fortunate that he wasn't counted among the unlucky ones, but by the time the plane maintained its balance, he fumed with rage and stomped towards the pilot.
     " What's the meaning of that Thomas?", Musa asked angrily.
     " Sorry boss", Thomas replied," But there are three jets on our tail".
     " Three jets?".
     " Yes. The middle one fried a missile at us, but I dodged it instead of using the counter attack".
     " Where are they?".
     " They're right behind us sir".
     Musa saw the radar showing the enemy behind them. He knew it wasn't a human that shot that missile. It was something else, something everyone couldn't believe it was.
     Musa went back and spoke up," Erik, we're in danger".
     Erik answered," What's going on?".
     " Zombies are trying to gun this plane down".
     " What? Zombies?", said Frank, one of Musa's men.
     Just then Thomas dodged another missile from the enemy. This time everyone hanged on to something until the plane returned to its balance.
     " Stop asking stupid questions Frank", Musa roared," I don't have time to answer an imbecile's question".
     Frank was annoyed at this response, but he was wise enough not to lash back at Musa. Anyone who did that was just asking for his mother to get insulted.
     " I've got an idea", said Erik.
     " Lets here it", replied Musa, who always followed Erik's advice, no matter how crazy it sound.
     " We'll open the hatch a little bit, leaving a space just enough for an attack. Last time I remember there's a bazooka lying here, but we've got only three missiles".
     " What! That won't work Erik", said Frank.
     " Can't you just shut up your useless and fatherless mouth?", said Musa to Frank.
     This time, Frank stormed out in a rage. I and Blue saw him leaving, so we joined Musa and Erik.
     " There's no time to waste", said Musa," Joe, get your ass to the pilot and tell him to open the hatch a little bit. Blue, you and Erik will get a bazooka and defend this plane. No man is going to die. Do y'all understand?".
     All of us nodded our heads and carried out our assignment. I didn't make any sign of gesture against his leadership as I had heard the double rounds of insults Frank received. I decided not to get tangled up in a cross fire of words and obey simple instruction. I sat beside the pilot and told him what Musa said. At first, Thomas couldn't believe what he just heard, but he obeyed anyway.
     Thomas dodged two more missiles before opening the hatch. It gave way for Erik to sight the incoming intruders. Thanks to Thomas, two of the enemy had only two missiles left. The last one didn't shoot anything at all. However, Erik pointed his bazooka at one of the other jets and fired a missile at it. It was too sudden for the zombie to notice, and down went the jet.
     The other zombies quickly came off from Erik's view. The one which didn't shoot any missile sprayed bullets at one of the engines at the left. Thomas growled at this and moved the plane which was slowly coming down. Then came the jet again from the front, doing the same thing at the right. But Erik waited patiently until it was behind them, and fired another one which turned the jet into a thick black smoke. The last one came out from beneath and fired a missile at the plane. Thomas was wise enough to activate the counter attack since the plane had lost two engines. However, the zombie flew away from Erik's eagle eyes but later came into view again. It however fired the last missile immediately, and instead of waiting for Thomas to use the counter attack, Erik fired his last missile, which actually was for the last jet. The missiles collided and resulted into an explosion, while Thomas wasted the counter attack.
     But unknown to me and Thomas, a zombie stumbled out of its hiding place and saw two hosts. It decided to go for Thomas instead of me, and its razor sharp teeth tasted Thomas blood. The noise made by Thomas and the zombie alerted me and made me shoot it before it could attack me. Thomas yelled in agony as blood gushed from his neck, and in tears, watched me slowly as I brought out my gun and shot him in the head. I didn't wanted to do it, but Thomas was already a dead man.
     But looking outside I could see the last jet going forward, leaving a wide gap between us. I was no fool. When Musa and the others came to the pilot room because of the gunshots they heard, I told everyone of them to get out of the plane. Musa realised it too and ordered the others to do the same. It came to everyone's knowledge that these creatures were really evolving, as the brute was planning to turn back, gather enough speed, and smash itself against the damaged plane, killing not only itself but every man in the plane.