Catching the Dead Eye Special by Sam Knight

Author:Sam Knight
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: zombie, bath salts, undercover cop, detective, short story, gambling, on a plane
Publisher: Knight Writing Press
Published: 2015-02-09T00:00:00+00:00

“What’s that mean? You putting Jamal out there now?” Keif asked.

“Don’t you think I should? I mean, he lied to us. He’s a cop. He’s a rat and rats gotta pay.”

“I d-don’t know...” Keif was shaking.

Darren hit another key and a new profile popped up. He stood up, blocking the view so Keif couldn’t see his own profile profile.

“Keif? You got a fever?” Darren put his hand on Keif’s forehead. “You’re burning up, son. Finish your water.”

Keif finished the water and Darren took the bottle from him.

“First topless,” Carl muttered and pointed at the screens. While most of the people were in a circle arguing, the Kansas man had taken off his shirt.

“Why’d he do that?” Keif wiped at the sweat on his forehead again.

“Bath salts increase your metabolism. Make you hot.” Darren answered. “You feeling hot?”

“Yeah. Damn hot.”

“Good. They’re working.”

“What are?”

“The salts I put in your water.” Darren smirked as he opened the cockpit security door and shoved Keif through. “That’s for skimming from me, Keif.”

Jamal lunged forward, but Carl caught him by the shoulder and put the gun to his head.

Darren relocked the door as Keif pounded on it, screaming to be let back in.

On the monitors, the people turned their attention from the black woman to Keif. Within seconds, they surrounded him and began demanding answers.

Keif covered his ears and dropped to the floor, squirming like a snake. “Don’t eat me!”

“I’m thinking he’s used salts before, what do you think, Carl?”

“Kicked in pretty fast.”

“That’s what you’re going to do to me? Feed me bath salts and toss me out there, too?” Jamal asked. On the monitor, Keif still screaming not to be eaten, ran to the back of the airplane.

“No.” Darren hit him with an icy gaze. “As you fight off those poor, deranged souls, I want you to be perfectly aware of what you’re doing, knowing they can’t help it, and that you’re hurting innocent people to protect yourself. If you’re the last one alive, I’ll let you take your chances with the sharks when I dump the rest of their bloody bodies into the ocean. That’s what you get for spying on me, Detective.”

Carl grunted, “Pig.”

Someone screamed outside the door again and crimson sprayed across one of the monitors. Darren and Carl were enthralled.

Jamal attacked, going for Carl’s gun hand. Carl punched Jamal in the side of the head with his other hand. Two more punches and Jamal went weak in the knees.

Darren typed quickly on the keyboard.

New participant entering field as KNOWING/ABSTINING/AWARE.

Carl was a big man. He lifted Jamal easily and carried him to the door. Darren unlatched it.

“Ready?” Darren asked.

Carl nodded.

Darren opened the door and Carl threw Jamal out.

Jamal grabbed at Darren as he was tossed, catching at the smaller man and pulling him along into the pile of people tearing at each other. Struggling to stand up and get Darren in a choke hold, Jamal tripped over the Asian woman’s body. Then Carl was on top of them, smashing Jamal in the face and beating people back.

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