That was what Dodger and Shawn had taken to calling the otherworldy monsters they were now facing: the Horde. Seemingly normal passengers enjoying the flight only a few minutes before, suddenly convulsing as the darkness of the eclipse swept across them and the plane. Changing into something decidedly unhuman. And attacking all those around them. The brothers now had no idea how many survivors were left onboard and how many monsters.
Dodger moved towards his brother, and looked at the fallen Horder.
“Niiice,” Dodger said.
“No. Not nice. You know I’m a vegetarian.”
“A vegetarian with attitude apparently,” Dodger said knocking his shoulder against Shawn’s, “How’d you take it down, man?”
“Hit it over the head with that suitcase,” Shawn motioned to the pink satchel lying in the nearby pool of blood, “Repeatedly.”
“You mean that little schoolgirl case? Let’s leave that bit out of the movie they’re gonna make about th…”
Dodger’s sentence cut short as the fallen Horder grabbed up at him. Unfazed, Dodger swiftly turned and in one motion crouched as he drove the Badass Business-class Shiv into the creature’s eye, causing it to burst in a fountain of viscera. The monster thrashed for several seconds before it finally stopped moving. “See? See why we need sharp things?!” Dodger howled as he withdrew the shiv accompanied by a satisfying THLUUUK suction noise.