Scientists transport their newest experiment - a virus which brings flesh back to life and a donor body - on a commercial airline. It's our pilots last flight before he retires to happily fulfill his dreams with his wife. Death sentence confirmed, sir.When the flight hits a storm, the crate in the cargo hold starts to leak and the guard in the hazmat suit doesn't notice until the body in the crate is reanimated. Even then the idiot guard manages to shoot out the plane's communications rather than the raving zombie in front of him.
As zombies take over the plane, a small group tries to survive by banding together. Two of the men have guns as one is an air marshall and the other was a lawman escorting a convict to a trial.
The screeching zombies sound like Pterodactyls, there is tin foil on the cargo area walls, the floors are cardboard thin, the air vents are big enough to crawl through, and surprisingly you can stuff about five zombies behind a plane's bathroom mirror.
Biggest mistake of all? Opening the cockpit door and letting in your sickly looking co-pilot when the plane is overrun by zombies.
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