Our Flight Landed After the Zombie Outbreak Began. Nobody Came to the Gate.

Our Flight Landed After the Zombie Outbreak Began. Nobody Came to the Gate. Our flight landed in St. Louis after the zombie outbreak had already begun. The jet bridge connected—but no gate agent came, and the aircraft door stayed closed. Beyond the windows, the airport terminal was lit. Nobody inside seemed to be moving. I had flown home expecting an ordinary delay. Instead, my brother's last message warned me not to take the roads east, the crew couldn't reach ground operations, and passengers were getting different warnings from people they couldn't call back. The captain believed we should stay aboard the sealed airplane. Others wanted to reach the parking garage or find another way out before the terminal lost power. With every passing minute, staying and leaving both became harder to justify. ⚠️Fictional story created for entertainment. Characters and events are fictional. References to real places or organizations are part of the fictional narrative. AI-ASSISTED FICTION (HUMAN-DIRECTED). Timestamps: 00:00 Waiting at Gate C-24 05:30 A Message from Home 14:10 Four Passengers Leave the Plane 18:20 Something Moving on the Tarmac 24:00 The Captain's Honest Assessment 29:45 A Warning About the Garage 38:05 The Aircraft Door Closes 45:40 What We Find in the Concourse 52:50 Outside the Terminal 1:00:30 Keys in the Dispatch Office 1:08:30 Waiting With Two Van Keys 1:16:20 What Would Make Us Leave 1:19:40 The Lights Across the Ramp