Shannon found herself barricaded inside a Boing 767 passanger jet. She'd been there for 2 days since the outbreak. She'd managed to escape from her home after it was overrun with the infected. She had a large chainsaw to defend herself. She'd managed to salvage some extra supplies from the airport gift shop. "This place looks like the devils private jet." Shannon thought to herself looking at the mutilated body's and decapitated zombies she'd managed to kill. She had her chainsaw left hand, an old walkie-talkie in her right hand. After considering what to do,
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