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Amber sits, belt latched and hands clasped, as the plane prepares for takeoff, “Please lord let this plane take me to my destination safely.” she whispers. She never changes the routine. Don’t fix what isn’t broken, isn’t that what they say? As the plane lifts off a man jumps into the seat next to Amber, grabbing and buckling the seat belt.

“Hello. I’m Gio.” he states extending his scarred rough hand to her. Amber, who is looking out the window, peeks at Gio. “Hi.” says Gio, waving his hand a little. Amber turns and looks back out the window, hoping Gio will get the hint and go back to his seat. As the plane reaches cruising altitude Amber turns to face front. Gio is still sitting there, with his hand out.

Amber turns, “What do you want?” she states coolly.

Gio stares into her eyes, “Just wanted to say hello. I noticed you said a little prayer before takeoff. You believe in god?”

Amber takes a closer look at Gio. He has translucent white skin with a scar running diagonally across his face and some smaller scars on his neck. His hair is short and dark brown with silver streaks. “I don’t think that is any business of yours.”

“Just an observation, you seemed a bit nervous, that’s all. I also believe.”  says Gio.

Amber looks out the window and rolls her eyes. Oh god I hope he doesn’t start preaching to me she thinks. “That’s nice.” she says matter of factly.

Gio squirms in his seat. The captain comes on the intercom, “We have reached our cruising altitude of 35,000 feet. It should take about 2 hours to reach our destination. Bermuda is 70 degrees and sunny. Please sit back and enjoy the flight.”

Gio unbuckles his seat, “Do you want a water? I’m going to get one.”

“Sure.” Amber says absentmindedly.

Gio walks to the front of the plane and speaks with the stewardess for a couple of minutes. She hands him some drinks. Gio comes back to the aisle seat in Amber’s row. “I got water and peanuts! Always be courteous.” he smiles and holds out the water and peanuts for Amber. She looks over, “Thanks.” Amber takes the snacks.

“No problem.” says Gio, smiling. “I think we can maybe get a free beer or whiskey if we are very nice.”

Amber opens the bottle, takes a sip then rips open the bag of peanuts, spilling some. She grabs the loose nuts, puts them in her mouth, then dumps in the rest of the bag. Her cheeks bulge slightly like a chipmunk while she chews. When she is done Amber washes the salt and peanut bits down with her water.

Gio looks at her, “I knew you were a peanut person, I can tell these things.”

Amber looks over at him, “Really, how is that?”

“It’s one of my talents. I can figure things out about people. Some say it’s a gift, but I think it’s mostly a curse.” he states.

Amber looks at him quizzically.

“The one thing I am really good at figuring out isn’t the cheeriest news for anyone to hear,” Gio states, “It’s actually rather morbid.”

Amber leans toward Gio slightly, he now has her full attention, “Go on.”

“I really don’t think you want to know. You won’t be happy.” Gio says.

“Try me.” Amber challenges.

Gio looks her in the eye, then turns and looks around the plane to see if anyone is listening to the conversation. Most passengers appear to be engrossed in a movie or listening to music. He leans close, there is a faint odor of lilies as he whispers, “I know when people are going to die.”

Amber almost laughs, “What? That’s just silly, now I know you’re just making stuff up.”

Amber looks out the window. A couple of rows in front of them the stewardess is pouring drinks and hands out small bags of pretzels. When Amber turns back to look at Gio he isn’t smiling. “Now might be a good time for that beer,” Gio says.

“Better make it a whiskey.” Amber smiles politely.

Gio nods and turns to speak with the stewardess who has just stopped the cart in front of their row. “Anything to drink sir?” She asks.

“Yes please!” Gio says charmingly, “One lite beer for me and a whiskey for my friend.”

The stewardess looks over at Amber who nods. A beer and a whiskey are delivered to Gio and Amber. “Thank you very much Amy.” states Gio, reading her nametag.

“It’s on the house.” says Amy with a wink. Gio smiles large. Amy moves the cart to the next set of rows.

Gio leans in to whisper again, “Ha! We did get free booze, Cheers.” Gio touches his beer can to Amber’s plastic cup of whiskey and takes a sip. Amber slams the whiskey feeling the burn in her throat as it disappears. She coughs a bit, and sets the empty cup down on the tray-table.

“So,” Amber says, clearing her throat, “Is there a reason you are on this flight and talking to me.”

“Well, there is, but I’m not allowed to say.” Gio says.

Amber looks out the window. Tears begin to flow from her eyes. As she cries her body begins to tremble a bit. “We’re going to die, aren’t we? Who are you really?” Amber asks.

Gio gently touches Ambers shoulder, “I am the angel of death, I escort all to their final destination.”

Amber looks at him, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I don’t understand. Why? Shouldn’t you, I mean don’t you just come and…” Amber’s voice trails off.

“I sometimes appear to a select few to ease them into the afterlife, give them comfort.” Gio says softly.

The plane lurches, shakes violently, and begins to lose altitude quickly. Passengers around Gio and Amber scream and begin to cry as the plane continues its plunge. Airbags drop from the overhead compartment and people begin to put them on. The captains voice comes over the speaker. “Stewardesses, prepare the cabin for crash landing.”

Amber leans forward and grabs her knees. Gio grabs Ambers hand, holding it gently. “All will be fine, you are loved,” he whispers. Somehow Amber heard him clearly over the roar of the plane. As the plane hits Amber looks at Gio, the plane begins to break around him and a piece of metal shears off the back of his seat passing right through him.

When the plane stops smoke and fire begin to fill the cabin. Amber sits up and looks around, “I survived?”

Gio nods his head. “But, you said,” Amber begins to protest.

Gio holds a finger to his mouth, “shh,” then fades away.

Amber unbuckles and begins to move toward the nearest exit away from the fire. Behind her she hears the scream of a baby and a mother pleading, “Help! Help! I can’t…save my baby!”

Amber stops and looks behind her, no one else is there, she takes a step forward then turns and moves quickly to the back of the plane.

The baby and mother are sitting midway back, the baby is sitting in his car seat crying. The mother looks at Amber and then down at her lap. The seat in front of her has pinned and crushed her legs, “I can’t move.”

Amber tenses and pulls, but is unable to move the seat.

“Please just save my baby.” pleads the mother.

After unbuckling the belt around the baby seat, Amber takes one last look at the mother, then turns and races out of the plane as flames begin to engulf all of it. An explosion knocks Amber to the ground, the baby and seat tumble and end face up staring at Amber. She tries to move, but is unable.

“He’ll be fine, it’s time to go.” Gio whispers.

Amber turns her head. Gio has beautiful large white wings and a pale but unblemished complexion. He holds out his hand, “Time to see your grandparents.”

Amber smiles.


Copyright © 2014 J. Power

Doctor Zee

Posted: April 28, 2013 in Writing
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“Thank you all for coming.”

“Since the end of the zombie plague, we have found a way to integrate the victims back into society. It has taken years of observation and study but we are confident that the victims can and will contribute to society. The victims of the plague retained some memories and learned behaviors. They are productive on the assembly lines around the world, helping to create new cars, toys, and electronics.”

“Now, our latest experiment is reaping great rewards. We have successfully placed a plague victim in an ER doing minor surgeries. The victim, Doctor Zee, has been working in the ER for the past 2 months. He has successfully performed surgeries in which he removed bullets and sutured knife wounds. Today we take our experiment one step further, today Doctor Zee will remove a cancerous growth.”

“Dr. Zee is muzzled to stop him from attacking and eating clients, he is fed removed organs and other cancerous tissue to keep him alive and working without incident. Patient response has been generally positive, we do have some patients who refuse care. When that happens a human doctor is assigned to the patient.”

“Now if there are no questions please take a look down into the operating room where the first ever victim doctor is about to remove a cancerous node from a patient.”

A curtain behind the presenter opens allowing the audience to see the operation as it progresses. The nurses and Dr. Zee have just entered the room and are beginning to prepare for the first surgical cut. Zee’s face is covered by a shield and muzzle. He is dressed in a powder blue rubber oversized jumpsuit covering everything up to his hands, which are covered with thick surgical gloves.

“To keep the operating room sterile the doctor stands in a decontamination booth before entering the room to perform the operation. Once he is decontaminated the operation can begin. As you can see we have three nurses working with him and one doctor to supervise and take notes, this is still a test case after all.“

“Pay special attention to the precision and patience Dr. Zee displays while he makes his cuts. You may be wondering how he communicates with the nurses and doctor. All nurses trained with human doctors on this surgery to learn any problems that can happen with this operation. They communicate using very basic sign language that Dr. Zee can learn and understand.” The announcer turned and watched as Dr. Zee began the operation.

As the audience watched Zee motioned to the head nurse with a slashing motion. The nurse picked up the scalpel and handed it to the doctor, who looked at the scalpel for a second before looking down and making the first cut. The cut was clean and just the right length and depth. The second nurse placed the suction to clear out the blood. Zee reached into the wound and opened the stomach cavity. He began to gently move organs around to reach the tumor. Once the tumor was revealed he slowly reached into the body cavity and began to cut away the large grayish growth. After cutting out the growth, Zee dropped it into a pan held by one of the nurses who then slid the cancerous growth into a clear plastic bag and zipped it closed, accidentally dropping the pan, which clanged around the floor before settling under the operating table. The sudden burst of noise started Zee who twitched and cut a blood vessel in the cavity of the patient. The blood-shot out and splattered his face shield. Zee stumbled back and let out a scream that sounded like a hungry baby.

The doctor observing the operation dropped his clipboard and rushed to the side of the table and began to suture the wound to stop the bleeding. The nurse stepped up with suction and gauze bandages to clear away the blood. Once the wound was closed the doctor looked up.

Behind the doctor Zee punctured his face mask with the scalpel, becoming enraged when he tasted blood. He thrust the scalpel through the mask until he could pull the mask away from his face and fling it behind him.

In the upstairs operating theater the audience stood and moved to the front of the glass. The presenter turned to see Zee rip off his mask and began to pound on the glass, “Behind you! Look out!” He screamed.

As the doctor turned Zee pounced, biting the doctor in the side of his neck and pulling him down to the ground. The doctor thrashed around and attempted to push Zee away, but failed. The nurses ran for the exit, two made it through the door. The head nurse stopped and made a move to grab the patient, but Zee stood up and growled. The nurse backed out the door hitting the alarm and sealing the operating room.

The alarm rang in the operating theater and the presenter hit the button to close the drapes. He attempted to move the people out of the room to a safe location but the audience pushed him aside and moved the drapes to see the spectacle below.  Zee began pulling organs out of the patient and taking large bites of them. In the observation room members of the audience vomited into trash cans.

Down the hall from the safe room the security detail was suiting up to enter the operating room, full riot gear under a hazmat suit. It was a necessary precaution, but it limited movement. The security detail ran down the hall and entered operating room preparation area. The nurses watching the horror in the operating room through a small window moved out of the room when the guards entered. The guards readied their weapons and prepared for the assault.

In the operating room Zee was pulling out the entrails of the patient and ravenously feasting on them. The floor of the room was soaked with blood from the observing doctor, whose body was still twitching as blood continued to pool up around his body.

The lead guard counted down “3 – 2 – 1 GO!” The door lock was released and two guards moved into the room guns up. The performed a quick sweep of the room with their weapons to check for other targets before aiming at Zee. Zee stopped chewing on the patient and looked up. A piece of the patient’s stomach hung out of the side of Zee’s mouth as he made a move toward the guards. The first shots missed Zee who slipped on the blood and slammed his head onto the foot of the dead doctor, piercing his skull killing him. The guards emptied their clips into Dr. Zee.

That was the last time a plague victim was allowed to perform an operation. Over time the other victims were replaced and the zombie plague was eradicated from the earth.

 Copyright © 2013 J. Power

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Hey I wrote something!! It’s a bit of short fiction, I hope you enjoy it.

Zombies Don’t Wear Pants

August 23:

I was careless today, I got bit. I was out on a restocking mission and found the mother lode in an untouched grocery store. I didn’t see the zombie until it was too late. I was able to pull away, but he scraped my forearm before I disconnected his brain. That was enough: his teeth broke the skin. I pulled out my peroxide and emptied the full bottle over the wound hoping to kill the saliva before it entered the bloodstream. I then bandaged it up tight and gathered up as much food as I could before I headed back to the house. I’m hoping I was successful in killing the virus. I should know in the morning.

August 24:

I took the bandage off this morning and cleaned the wound. It’s not good. The wound has already started to blacken and spread up my arm. I’ll have to break the news to Jen and get her ready to move with the kids before the virus overtakes me.

Jen took the news better than I expected, but I caught her sobbing in the back room later in the day.  While the kids were busy playing quietly, I began packing the equipment, food and clothing into the van. I also transferred all the gas, weapons and ammo.

I cut a branch from one of the trees and sharpened it to a point. I placed the branch in the bathroom for later.
My fever started around noon, I had to take numerous breaks before I finished packing everything. I have also started vomiting out my insides. I lost two waist sizes in three hours and have tightened my belt 5 times to keep my pants up. This is a great diet, but the side effects will kill you, lol.

By dinner the vomiting had subsided. It was hard to stand; the pain ran from the wound on my arm all the way up and into my chest and brain. I almost passed out three times just sitting at the table. I did not eat.

We put the kids to bed early, I gave each of them a hug, and their scent calmed the pain in my brain. I fought the temptation to take a bite.

August 25:

I stayed in the bathroom, locked away just in case I turned overnight. I am still here and aware, but probably not for long. It’s getting hard to write. Overnight blood began to seep from my mouth, ears, eye sockets, and other orifices. I’m not sure if I lost all of my blood, if not I don’t have much left. Jen knocked and I answered, but when she opened the door and saw me she slammed it closed and locked it. I pulled myself up and looked into the mirror, I did not look good.

I asked Jen to get me some clean clothes and get out. She left with the kids soon after, I heard them screaming and crying to see me, as they were dragged into the van. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but it was just more blood. I slowly and painfully took off my bloodied clothing and put on the clean set Jen had thrown in earlier. I’ve set the sharpened stick under my chin. Contrary to popular myth and all the old movies about zombies, most of them don’t wear pants, some don’t even have underwear. I’ve pulled my belt painfully tight around my waist, just in case the stick doesn’t work.

Copyright © 2011 J. Power
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