THE AIRPORT

By Melissa

I was going to Dubai with a few of my friends: R., P., Y. and A. We got to the airport and got our boarding passes, but Y. had lost his passport, so we had to help him find it. By the time we got to our gate, there were people there with scary faces that looked like zombies. They had disguised themselves like normal people, but we noticed that each of them had the same bloody cut on the side of their neck.

When we got on the plane, R. and I heard a cracking noise. “Do you hear that?” said R. “Yes,” I said. But P. said she couldn’t hear anything, so we took our seats and the plane took off.

After we had been flying for a while, we suddenly heard babies crying and people banging on the doors in the washroom. P. saw what looked like drops of blood around the outside of the washroom. “Ah! I saw a zombie!” said Y. “What?” I said.

Then a guy started to fight the pilot, trying to take over the plane. The plane started to shake and zombies came out from the luggage hold. The zombies ate everyone but us. We got away because P. distracted the zombies while Y. helped us get into the front of the plane. When we reached the pilot’s cabin, A. locked the door and Y. took over the steering.

There was a thunderstorm outside, and at first we couldn’t find anywhere to land. We were close to Dubai, though, so we soon landed in the desert. We called the police and then ran away from the plane as fast as we could. The police helped us fix our cuts and drove us to our hotel, where we enjoyed our holiday.