Dead Air - Episode 1
by Travis Pennington
Everyone on the plane is dead!
What are you talking about?
I woke up ten minutes ago, and I was the only one alive.
Oh God!
What should I do??
I’m not following. I thought you were in Paris.
We got delayed.
So I’m still on the plane.
Good one, sis. You had me going for a second there!
How long till you land?
Chrissy?
???
I’m here, John.
What should I do?
Get some rest.
You’re not getting it.
EVERYBODY ON THE AIRPLANE IS DEAD!
The man in the row across from me…
Oh God.
His eyes are still open.
His hand is on the other seat.
It’s like he’s pointing.
Pointing at what?
At me.
Are you sure he’s actually dead?
You sure you aren’t somehow imagining all this?
There’s blood on his shirt.
He hasn’t blinked in ten minutes.
What about the others?
How do you know EVERYONE’S dead?
The first thing I did when I woke up was scream when I saw the guy next to me.
It was so quiet.
It still is.
Just the sound of the engines.
I saw that man staring at me…the blood…
And I screamed.
And when I stopped, it was totally quiet.
And no one was moving.
So I got up.
I stepped into the aisle, and that’s when I saw it.
What did you see??
A cabin full of dead people.
Every single one of them.
Have you checked in the back or gone into first class?
No.
I couldn’t move after seeing that.
I tried, but my legs wouldn’t work.
I sat back down and closed my eyes.
I kept them closed for at least ten minutes.
I thought I’d wake up and everything would be back to normal.
That’s what I kept telling myself.
But everything WASN’T back to normal.
And that’s when I texted you.
Okay, I’m going to call the police.
But you need to be sure first.
You need to get up and check again…
See if ANYONE else is alive.
I’ll be right here.
I…I can’t, John.
I’ll be right here.
Take your phone and keep telling me what you see.
Do you know what kind of plane it is?
What do you mean? It’s a big one.
I mean is it a 737? An A350?
Is that important? How would I know?
I can pull up a picture of the cabin if I know.
There should be a safety card in the seat in front of you that will say.
Sis??
It says 747-8.
Let me check…
Hold on. My wi-fi’s acting up…
Okay, I see it now.
There are two aisles.
What row are you in?
355.
I mean 35. My hands are shaking so bad I can barely type.
Okay, so I want you to walk to the back of the plane.
Then circle around to the front.
Look at everyone as you go.
If you see anyone moving, let me know.
I…I don’t think I can do this.
Yes you can.
I’m right here, sis.
Try to stay calm.
Do what you do in yoga class.
Take deep, even breaths.
We’re gonna get through this.
I promise.
Okay, I’m getting up.
Good. Let me know when you’re in the aisle.
1 minute later
Chrissy?
I’m here.
I couldn’t move at first.
But I finally forced my legs to walk.
I’m in the aisle now.
I can see at least twenty people from where I’m standing.
They’re all dead.
How do you know for sure?
Because their eyes are all open.
And they’re not blinking.
They’re all staring at me!
Try to stay calm.
I know how hard this must be.
But if they’re dead, they’re not staring at you.
It just seems that way because you’re scared.
But it’s not just their eyes.
It’s also their heads.
They’re all tilted to where I was sitting.
How can this be happening?
I don’t know.
But if everyone’s dead and you survived, there’s a reason for that.
Start heading for the back, okay?
Look for any movement.
I’m calling the airline and police now.
I’m going to use a different phone.
There’s another guy.
A few rows behind where I was sitting.
His phone is still on.
I can see the screen.
He was texting with his wife. Or his girlfriend.
Her name is Sabrina.
They were making plans for tonight.
They planned on going to the Moulin Rouge.
She keeps asking what happened.
Why he won’t answer.
The phone is on his lap.
I think I should tell her.
Don’t.
You shouldn’t touch anything.
Not when we have no idea how everyone died.
But she’s so worried.
Oh God, John. She just sent him a picture of their kids.
I HAVE to tell her.
Leave it alone, sis.
Chrissy ignores John and picks up the man’s phone.
Sabrina?
My name is Chrissy Farrow.
I’m on the plane with your husband.
I don’t know how to tell you this…
But he’s dead.
What are you talking about?
Everyone’s dead.
Including your husband.
I’m so sorry.
Sabrina??
Are you there?
I’m here, Chrissy.
We’re ALL here.
So there’s no reason to be sorry.
We’ve been waiting.
Waiting for what?
Waiting for WHAT, Sabrina??
Waiting for you to message us.
And now that you have, it’s time to begin.
Welcome to Dead Air.
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