“Ma’am,” a soft voice says. I am being gently shaken. Cracking open an eyelid I see that one of the flight attendants is leaning over me, a concerned frown on her face.
“Yes?”
“We have landed.”
I smile and then realise that the rest of the plane is quiet. There is no one else left.
“I am sorry,” I say.
“Not to worry. You were out for the count.”
I nod and stand straightening my grey pencil skirt. “It’s been a long couple of days.” I reach up and grab my bag and jacket. Ineffectually I run a hand down my blouse, but the dusty pink shirt looks like I slept in it. Which I have, but I do wish that I’d worn something that didn’t look quite so rumpled.
“What’s the time?” I ask.
The woman looks at me with a sort of blank expression. Then it is as if a light goes on and she glances at her wrist. “Eight in the morning.”
“Great, thanks.” There is something a little off about the woman but I’m not sure what. She seems nervous. “Are you okay?”
The woman nods and walks toward me, crowding me and making me step back. I get the message and walk toward the door. I go through and wait for the ‘thank you for flying’ speech. But there is nothing. Instead I hear a dull thump and realise that she has closed the door of the plane. In fact, I can hear the engines rumbling louder.
“Shit.”
I run along the corridor, looking for the solid ground of the airport. The glass panelled doors are in front of me and I barrel right through. Panting, I brace my hands on my knees. The geometric blue carpet of Heathrow fills my vision. What is going on?
YOU ARE READING
The Gone
HorrorBitsy gets off the plane and finds everyone gone... With two other fellow passengers she must find a way to survive in an apocalyptic Britain.