The rifle fires again, straight through the creature's forehead. The power of the bullet explodes the back of its head, sending the head shooting backwards as the beast falls down dead, back into the well of the cage. One of its front teeth hangs by a sliver of glistening flesh from the meshed wire.
“Is it dead?” Broad shouts at the top of his voice, his ears ringing.
“Yes, it’s dead,” Colin confirms.
“I hope you’re getting all this, Lieutenant,” Broad shouts into the open line of his phone, in his hand.
“He had fucking better be!” Colin exclaims. “How much farther?”
“Not far now, mate, we are just coming up to the start of the terminal buildings.”
“Watch out!” Colin shouts as the eyes of a zombie shine through the driver’s side door window.
The warning is too late; Colin didn’t see it until the last second. Broad doesn’t know what is happening as the creature hits the side of the cart, right next to him. The cart sways to the side with the force of the blow and the driver’s window implodes.
“Shit!” is all Broad manages to shout as an arm and head follow the smashed glass into the cab. The creature goes to bite Broad, anywhere it can. In a pure reflex action, Broad’s arm comes across his body and stops the creature sinking its teeth into his other arm. His hand pushes against the forehead of the beast, his phone still in his hand, and now squashed against the beast’s head. Broad tries to push the creature back out of the window but it is too strong; it is all he can do to stop it biting him.
“Shoot it!” Broad shouts at Colin.
Colin brings his rifle around to bear, which isn’t easy in the small cab. Broad’s body and arms are blocking his shot to the head.
“Shoot it, fucking shoot it!” Broad shouts again in total panic.
Colin desperately tries to get a decent target. He moves further forward, squashing his back against the windscreen and taking the only shot he can find. He puts two rounds into the shoulder of the zombie which blasts it back and opens up a new target—the top of its chest. Colin fires again, hitting the zombie in the chest multiple times. Just as Colin thinks the bullets are useless, the zombie falls away, back out of the window. The back cage behind them jumps in the air on one side as its wheels hit the falling body.
“Fucking hell!” Broad shouts.
The path in front of the cart is now a little brighter as the cart moves into the lights shining from Terminal 5’s buildings and they close in on the wedged open door into the building.
No solace comes with the brighter light; all it does is let them see the dire straits that they are in. The cart is being chased by creatures all around the back of them, their grotesque forms threatening to catch them at any moment.
“We’re in the shit here. There are loads of them. What we gonna do?” Colin asks desperately.
“We just gotta get back to the door and get inside,” Broad answers, as positively as he can, but knowing it’s bullshit.
“As soon as we stop, they’ll be all over us!” Colin shouts, on the edge of losing it.
Neither of them sees the creature’s attack as it goes for the driver’s smashed open window; it comes from nowhere. The beast bursts through, and its head, arms and body are in the cab before either of them can react. The only thing stopping it coming in further is it hitting Broad’s body.
Broad screams in panic as the zombie goes to bite his arm with his hand that is on the steering wheel driving the cart. His arm shoots away from the barred teeth as they come in to bite him. The cart swerves as he releases the wheel, both of his arms flailing about trying to fight off the attack as he screams.
There is no stopping the creature; its strong arms and hands grab hold of Broad and its face buries into the side of Broads body. The creature’s powerful jaw sends its teeth clamping down, slicing through the material of his uniform and into the soft flesh of his lower body. Broad lets out a deafening, deadly scream.
As the cart swerves to the right, it hits another creature with its front quarter, the creature goes down and underneath the cart's wheels. Colin doesn’t even see the second creature being hit, as his back is to it and his eyes are fixed on the zombie eating into his mate, next to him.
Colin raises his rifle again and shoots into the top of the feeding zombie’s head, taking the risk of hitting Broad. The creature goes limp straight away but doesn’t fall back out of the window; it stays in Broad’s lap as he screams his head off. Colin, now running on instinct only, goes to grab the cart's wheel to get it back under control, but he is too late.
The cart smashes into the tyre of an airplane's wheel that is parked up next to one of the terminal buildings. The cart hits it hard and Colin is forced into the windscreen that smashes. He doesn’t go through the windscreen; he is stopped by the thick black rubber of the tyre the cart has hit. The cart bounces back off the tyre, coming to a stop a couple of meters back. Colin, dazed and covered in glass, has managed to stay in the cab of the cart,
