Falling

The turbulence was getting rougher and rougher by the second.  The pilots looked at each other, both knew it was time to tell the passengers.  The captain stepped out into the cabin, the passengers had been already warned they were entering rough air, this time, the knews was worse.  The captain told them they would be crash-landing any minute.  Because of bad weather in the area, their communications with other planes and airports had been cut off.  Know one else knew they were going down.  

Just as the pilot was done speaking and stepped back into the cockpit, there was a horrible grinding noise and the plane started ripping in half.  People started screaming and babies started crying.  Those who were in the middle of the plane were gone already.  The back half of the plane started breaking away from the back one, in the mix, families were seperated and lives were lost.  The attendants were gathering everyone in the back half towards the back of the plane, and the attendants in the front half were gathering people towards the front of the plane.  

Inside the cockpit, the pilots were working their hardest to make it as smooth a landing as possible.  (Pretty tough considering the circumstances.)  The computer was counting down their altitude, it had only been 45 seconds since the plane started ripping in half and they were already at 1,000 feet, even though they started at 30,000.  

When the plane hit the ground, fires started raging all around it, and it got much quieter.  The pilots had done a nice job of crash-landing, but the co-pilot was one of the few fatalities.  Out of 60 people on board, only 17 survived.  All phones had been either lost or destroyed, so no one could contact anyone to come get them.  After accounting for loved ones and casualties, the remaining survivors set out looking for a savior, not knowing the trouble they had yet to face.