Chapter 5 - Panic in Row 11
Evelyn looked down at her beige trench coat as if it had suddenly transformed into a nest of venomous snakes. Her eyes darted to her bare feet resting against the bulkhead wall.
A strangled, bloodcurdling shriek escaped her throat—a sound so jarring it caused several passengers to jump in their seats.
"Get it off me! Get it off! Oh, god, get it off!" Evelyn screamed, leaping out of Seat 11A with the violent agility of someone escaping a burning building.
In her blind panic, her designer sunglasses went flying off her head, clattering down the aisle. Her massive leather tote bag tipped over, spilling magazines and cosmetics across the carpet. She began frantically slapping at her sleeves, dusting off her trench coat with wild, trembling hands, her eyes wide with hysterical terror.
"There are human remains on me! This seat is contaminated! I'm covered in dead people! Flight attendant! FLIGHT ATTENDANT!" she shrieked, backing away down the aisle as if Row 11 were engulfed in flames.
Sarah, the flight attendant, hurried forward, struggling mightily to suppress a massive grin while maintaining professional composure. She intercepted the hysterical woman near Row 12. "Ma'am, please, you need to calm down and lower your voice—"
"I am not sitting there! I refuse to sit in that seat another second! Move me right now! Move me to the back of the plane!" Evelyn sobbed genuinely, clutching her designer handbag to her chest like a bulletproof vest as tears of absolute disgust welled in her eyes.
The entire cabin was now watching the spectacle unfold with rapt, popcorn-eating fascination.
Sarah raised an eyebrow, maintaining a perfectly deadpan expression. "Well, ma'am, as I told this mother earlier, the flight is completely oversold. The only open seat available on this entire aircraft is in Row 14. Middle seat."
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Evelyn didn't even hesitate for a microsecond. The thought of returning to Row 11 was clearly more terrifying to her than death itself.
"Fine! Give it to me!" she gasped, shoving past the staring passengers and practically sprinting down the aisle toward the rear of the plane. She threw herself haphazardly into the cramped middle seat of Row 14, wedging herself directly between the two bewildered, broad-shouldered men who blinked in confusion as a frantic, weeping woman slammed down beside them.
