Posted: December 6, 2016
Jo assumed no one else survived. She stayed awake most of the night, in hopes
of rescue, and heard nothing from the wreckage.
The noise coming from the torn-up carcass gave hope. No longer alone to face the future, she felt
her reality beginning to hit.
Tears rolled down her bruised cheek. Along with the heat of the sun, Jo felt hot
all over. The experience of the crash
replayed in her head for the first time since it happened. She brushed the horrid visual pictures aside.
The other human life needed help.
As she stumbled to stand she crushed the little castles
she thoughtlessly molded. Jo pushed down
on her stomach, as she walked though bits and pieces of debris. The tolerable pain was a small
testament. Jo knew her luck.
The banging grew louder the closer she arrived. Her heart beat nervously. An infinite amount of possibilities played in
her head. As a natural worrier, she
always ended up using her wild imagination for the worst.
What if they are
missing a leg? What if they are crushed and
I have to watch them die? Why are they
now making noise? Who could it be? I pray it isn’t a child. I remember seeing a kid or two on the
plane. I can’t think of it. I just need to get to them. Help if I can.
Her thoughts trailed off.
She spoke aloud, “Hello? Where
are you? I’m here. Hello?”
The response surprised her. Nothing.
The banging stopped abruptly.
Jo, not wanting to get to close, closed her eyes. Some dead passengers remained strapped in
their seats. A couple empty seats tore
out of the cabin and scattered around the beach along with other parts of the
plane. Their passengers gone, quite possibly
out into the ocean. The thought gave her
chills up and down her back.
About to call out, the banging started up again. This allowed her to pinpoint the source. She determined the noise came from the other
side of the fallen aircraft. She reluctantly
made the decision to pass through the wreckage for a quicker route. To walk around the entire plane would take
several minutes. She picked the least morbid
path and proceed carefully, hoping not to see or touch anything that would push
her into shock.
After some rough climbing and a few misplaced steps, she
successfully planted her feet back down onto the sand. It seemed colder on this side. The sun slipped behind some clouds for cover.
About 40 feet away, a man stood looking at her. After a few seconds, he returned to his
work. He used the ax he held to slice
through the air and into the back of a passenger seat.
-Beck
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