Zeke slowly opens his eyes to a scream. He jerks upright, instinctively grabbing for his pistol. He is immediately hit with an overwhelming wave of nausea, and rolls to his hands and knees to retch. He wipes his mouth and looks up to try and locate the source of the sounds. He notices a man near the cargo door of the plane, backpedaling wildly. The man trips backwards, and he shouts for help as a figure falls upon him. The screams intensify as the man's abdomen is ripped open. The undead body of Davis scoops out the man's intestines, and shoves them into his mouth as the screams die off.

"Oh my god!" Zeke shouts as he quickly stands up and unholsters his M9. The sound of his voice causes the corpse to turn its head towards him. It shambles back to its feet and starts to walk towards him. Zeke raises his hand and aims for center mass, taking three quick shots. Two of the bullets hit the mark, and the corpse falls over backwards. He eyes the fallen body warily as he endures another wave of nausea. 

He notices movement out of the corner of his eye, and turns to Major Carlson. Carlson lets out a low groan and opens his eyes. He coughs, and tries to say something, but only lets out a whisper. Zeke stumbles over to him, giving him a quick once over, checking for injuries. He notices a deep cut in the major's left hand, and sees that his right arm is broken above the elbow. He turns his back to the walker he shot, and turns Carlson over to check his back for any more injuries.

He hears a rustling in the bushes in front of him, and looks up to see another man, holding an old shotgun up to him. "Get down!" He says, and Zeke puts his hands up. "Get the fuck down! Now!" Zeke slowly drops down to his hands and knees again, not wanting to anger his captor. The man blasts a round over Zeke's head, and he hears a thump behind him. Zeke turns his head around, noticing the corpse's hands only inches away from his back.

"What..? But I shot him. Twice!" He looks back up to the man, who steps around to look at the corpse. He grunts and turns back to Zeke, still hunched over Carlson. 

"Sure, you shot him. You didn't kill him. You're military. You should know better than anyone to shoot them in the head." He slings the shotgun over his shoulder and bends down over the wounded major. "Here, move. I can bandage that hand. Find something to splint the arm in."

Zeke nods and gets to his feet, fighting another, yet lesser, wave of nausea. He turns to head back to the plane, but stops short when he notices the other dead man just outside the cargo door. "What about him?" He points to the body.

The man looks up to him, and his eyes follow Zeke's finger down to the body on the ground. "Shit, that's Tyler... I heard the screams. I just hoped it wasn't him... There's nothing to be done. We can't let him turn, like the others. Shoot him in the head, and be done with it... I never liked him much, but he doesn't deserve that fate..."

Zeke looks back, stunned, before taking out the pistol again. He tries not to think as he aims at Tyler's head, and pulls the trigger. He looks away quickly and forces himself to step over the body and into the plane. He undoes one of the straps on a pallet of supplies, and rummages through until he finds a small medical kit. He walks back over to the major and hands it to the man. "What's your name?"

He nods as he finishes bandaging Carlson's hand, and takes the kit. "This will do, thanks. My name is Paul." He opens the kit and takes out a malleable splint. He unrolls it and applies it to Carlson's broken arm. He stands up, and looks back to Zeke. "What's you guys' names then? What happened?"

"I'm Zeke, that's Major Carlson. Our copilot... Turned, I guess, and attacked Davis here. Carlson managed to shoot him, but we stalled out in the confusion."

Paul looks around, suddenly aware of the danger they might be in. "Alright, we need to get out of here. All this gunfire, not to mention your fucking crash landing, made a lot of noise. It'll attract more of them." 

Zeke nods and swings his backpack over his shoulders. He bends down and, with the help from Paul, supports Carlson to his feet. "Where are we going then? We were flying those supplies into camp Pendleton." 

Paul grunts as they start moving forward. "There are a couple of people I met up with. We're holed up in a house not too far from here. We were going to try going on foot to Pendleton ourselves, but got caught up." He starts leading them along, making decent progress with a half-conscious man between them. They make it to a road not far from the crash, and start moving along it. 

"How far away is this hole up site then?" Zeke asks.

"Oh, not far. I'd say we're about halfway there already."