Living Dead- Jet Fuel Flash Burns

Enflamed jet fuel from the Greyhound showered the fighter jet next to it, which went up like polyester drapes. The jet fired its own missile payload straight into the flight deck, detonating the Mk 29 Sea Sparrow missile launcher as well as the LSO platform, a critical loss if Big Mama hoped to land any aircraft in the future. Right now, if Nishimura had to guess, such resumption of normal activity was never going to happen.

  Like any carrier, Olympia looked impervious from the outside. The reality was she was a kiln of explosive and toxic chemicals, stocked with three million gallons of aviation fuel and three thousand tons of ordnance. Most of it was held belowdecks, where Nishimura had considered it to be safe. With the whole flight deck in flames, those pleasant delusions were gone. Anything was possible; everything was probable. Sailors staggered from the firestorm with bodies ablaze, the sole distinguishing characteristic between the living and the dead being that the living gave up, fell, and tried to die, while the ghouls kept moving, a whole company of Millennialists.

  Through luck of positioning, some sailors survived. Many were flash-burned so terribly that crinkled sheets of skin draped from their faces and hands. They looked, in short, like ghouls, and Nishimura watched with stupefaction as unscathed survivors cut down these helpless sailors with guns and blunt objects. It was “blue on blue”—friendly fire—needless slaughter that would only redouble the carnage.
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  Many were aflame, moving pyres of melting flesh and baking bone. Sailors tried to slide past Them and caught fire too, while other sailors, desperate to help, pushed the burning sailors off the rain-slicked catwalks onto the deck, perhaps hoping they might roll themselves into the ocean.

- The Living Dead, chapters: Millennialists/Taking Command