Stuck In the Unknown

where am i and what happened?

Gosh why does my head feel like Mt. Kenya and why is my leg feeling like it being chewed off by a rabid dog? I try to sit up but I think the termites biting my hand tissues as if a starved dinosaur is eating at a buffet are stopping me from sitting up. My neck feels displaced, I'm sure my hip bone has a loop in it and my eyes feel deflated.

Maybe I can stay a sleep for a little more while or at least lie down. Guess my sixth sense doesn't agree because the next thing I'm doing is struggling to open my eyes to the agonizing light that Mother Nature blesses us from above.

The thing that can express what I'm feeling is 'what the freaking hell!'

Blazing bright red flames dancing wildly in front of me, the heat radiated is worse than a nuclear station and the air strongly reeks of burning flesh and blood that I can even taste it in my gaping mouth. So many bodies ...which are alive... which are dead? Too much blood oozing from everyone even myself, if I had hemophobia I would have dropped dead along with these people. Pieces of the craft are all over the place, it looks as if it barely existed and the only bits remaining are the cockpit, a broken yet functioning turbine engine and the left wing which hung freely in the air. This place looks as if it's an incarnation of hell.

With the excruciating pain running through my leg, I managed to walk around and look for other survivors even though it looked like the chances were very low, I had to try because I couldn't stay here alone.

"Guys anyone one here, Mr. smelly, Ash, Amy, anyone!" I frantically yell as my voice cracks.

"Come on, anyone!" I scream desperately.

I feel drops of desolation run down my face; I have never felt this lonesome and scared in my boring life. I need just one survivor to keep the dying flame of hope alive in me...just one. I look around frenetically, though my leg is hindering me, I really need to find other people so that we can figure out where we are.

I hear the sound of metal moving along the ground grass, hope instantaneously rises in me and I move quicker to find the source. I move around the crash and turn around the rudder and see a person weighed down under the partially buried wing. I dash towards him in order to aid him before the unwanted happens. Trying to lift the wing, I attempt to help him move from under it; however it is impossible for someone like me to do so without extra assistance. A large wooden stick lying at a distance gets caught in my sight; I grab it and use it as a lever to lift the heavy wing off him by merely an inch or two. He uses that opportunity to wiggle himself out from under the death trap. As he stands up trying to catch his breath and absorb what's happening, I grab sight of a large gash on his chest from which liters of blood is flowing out like the Nile. Seeing that there is nothing to stop his bleeding like a first aid kit, I slash a big strip of cloth from the bottom of my t-shirt to tie on his wound.

"We just survived a plane crash and now is when you decide to strip off and tan, did you lose the few brain cells you had?" he questions me insolently instead of appreciating that I actually saved his life and even tore my favorite t-shirt just to help him. Talk about courtesy these days.

"Will you shut up, I'm trying to help you and the least you can do is keep quiet if not thank me!" I fire back at him.

What crawled up his pants, instead of being happy that he is one of the survivors, he is busy getting pissed at others? While I was scowling at him, I heard a whimper from the front of the crash.

"Did you hear that?" I ask him as I listen more cautiously to find the source of the sound.

"Apart from your screeching voice, not at the moment!"

"Gosh did I get you at the wrong time of the month, stop being bitchy and think cautiously!"

I start to move towards the front and see Ash limping towards us. I run with all my might and hug her as if there is no tomorrow, technically we don't even know where we'll be tomorrow.

"Oh my gosh, Ash what took you so long to respond to my calls?"

"Yes, I survived, am hale and hearty, thank," she responds sarcastically, while rolling her eyes.

"Whatever crazy head, let's find something to get us to know where we are and how to get back to the city,"

"Like a radio of some sort and who is Mr. hottie behind you?"

"Yes genius and I actually don't know his name but he is part of the three survivor musketeers."

"I so call dibs on him Kimmy!"

"All yours, I have absolute no interest in him what so ever."

I search the surroundings to stumble on any communication device. It then hit me like a ton of stones...the cock-pit has got to have what we need. I rush towards it and fiddle around to look, I finally find it buried under a stash of switch boards. I switch it on but it doesn't work so I try using my knowledge in physics to make it work. I attach the red wire to the corresponding wire on a yet fixed switchboard and turn the power on.

"Guys I think I got the radio working come check it out."

They rush towards me faster than lightning and stand outside the cock-pit. I try tuning it to pick up signals but to no avail. All that could be heard were the annoying sounds of no connection. Out of despair I almost gave up.

Then suddenly the remote engine starts working and its fins start spinning. For a moment thought the ghost of one of the passengers is haunting us out of jealousy. Out of nowhere a piece of stray metal flies right out of the engine and targets Ashley's head. Before my senses came to realize what was going to happen, I see Ash fall to the ground with wide eyes and a stream of blood flowing between her blue eyes. It all happened in slow motion in my head, the sharp triangular shaped metal soaring towards Ash's head like a hawk towards it prey. Ash seeing the metal with wide eyes before it strikes her, then her declining to the cold hard ground.

"ASH!" I scream as I bolt towards her body and lift her limp body as I kneel down and but her on my lap.

I try to shake her to her sense but whatever I do she doesn't wake up from her deep slumber.

"NO!" I bawl before I see darkness overcome me blindly.