Living Dead- Jet Launch

  Catapult 2 shot a C-2A Greyhound into the sky, the force of its jets tumbling an intruder one hundred feet, onto Elevator #2, The man wore neither float coat nor cranial; he ought to be down for the count. Instead, he got up, hobbling, one leg contorted sideways at the knee. His white uniform was razed by an asphalt streak that had split open his shirt as well as the flesh beneath it.

  He walked back onto the deck.

- The Living Dead, chapter: Patterns