In retrospect, Se Lang regretted shouting. When he did that, he stomped his feet with chi which in turn started to rock the entire plane, causing it to sink even further. Not only that, he realised that the Fishmen were not the only ones on the plane with him. All the other 'dead' passengers began to twitch their fingers and feet.
Eventually, they turned their head towards Se Lang and admired his beautiful, tasty chi. Aye, the passengers were not dead…yet. "What the hell is with this instance!" Se Lang´s fear was creeping up into him. The undead zombies were struggling to get out of their seats as more seawater gushed through the broken parts of the plane.
