I sat there for hours...how many? I don't know... I really didn't. I finally stood, walking over to the kid.
“Hey...”
“Hi..”
“I'm James..”
“Caleb..”
“Okay...Caleb, you go find the luggage section...I'm gonna look over some bodies and see what I can find at the front of the plane..”
“Okay...” I walked away, back to the section I had been in. I looked up, seeing that the plane section stuck straight up, the very front laying on it's side next to it.
I entered the front, ignoring the dead bodies at first. I managed to find a med-kit in the wreckage, emptying the nearest small black duffel bag and shoving it inside. I searched some more, finding a pocket knife in one of the pilots pockets. It was small, but it was something.
“Okay....Perks of being the captain.” I looked at his wrist, noticing the expensive watch. Date...time....I wasn't sure what the rest was, but it could be useful. I grabbed it off his wrist with shaky hands, placing it on my own.
“Sorry.. I'll give it to your family if I survive...” I rummaged around a bit more, finding a few walkies talkies and spare wires I decided to take with me.
I exited that section of the plane, searching the section till I found the galley of the plane. Most of the glass bottles had perished, but thankfully a good section of dried foods and cans were still intact. I found a lot of peanuts, some cans of fruits and vegetables, a few of meat, some dried meat. I grabbed all the forks, spoons and knives I thought could be useful. A couple large chef knives. Then I grabbed a small frying pan, pan and two bowls.
“I can come back later...” I left the section with my stuffed duffel bag, then headed to wear me and Caleb had been. I found my personal small duffel, thank God. It had a couple changes of clothes, a few books, my handhold, although the screen had shattered and some chargers.
The rest of my belongings had been sent by car. Right then I wasn't sure if I was relieved of that or depressed I'd be stuck with the same clothes for who knows how long.
I left the section and set down my three bags in a pile where I could see them. I saw caleb rummaging through some luggage, picking some things out and shoving them in a big duffel bag.
From what I could see the kid was mainly grabbing blankets, towels, hair supplies, hoodies, etc.
“He seems to know what he's doing...” I scanned the area for the back of the plane, finding it to my right I sprinted over to it, entering it carefully. Thankfully this section hadn't had to many people in it, so I didn't need to look at any bodies.
I searched for the flight recorder, the black box... I found it..smashed by a metal pole of some kind... Desperate, I dislodged the pole and pulled the box out. Maybe I could fix it?
I left the section, heading back to the pile to find Caleb waiting for me. He had drug the bag all the way over, panting from the work.
“What did you find?”
“Blankets, stuff like blankets, some tooth brushes..”
“Good.. Good job.” I took a few of the useless items out and tuck the smaller bag of food inside, zipping it up and slinging it over my shoulders. I grabbed my duffel bag and did the same, the bag was bit heavy but I figured I would be okay.
I changed my mind after walking fifty feet, realizing that the hot sun and the weight on my back were a terrible combination, I dropped the bag and sighed.
“Any sunscreen?”
“Yeah, I found a whole bunch!” Turns out a whole bunch was ten bottles, which I would gladly take. I moved to the shade, stripped of my long sleeved shirt leaving me in a light green California tank top. I applied the lotion, then had Caleb do my back and I helped him with his.
“So whats the plan?”
“We're gonna walk the coast... we have to run into something eventually.”
“Okay.. How are we gonna carry all of this?”
“...I'm working on that..” That was when something caught my eye. A thin piece of metal, sticking out of the sand not to far from here. I ran over to it, pulling it out of the ground. It was light, and I had no idea where it had come from. Part of it was rusted, with a large hole in it.
“...This looks old?” I remarked out loud, setting it down on the sand. It curved slightly, just slightly but and idea began to form in my mind. I ran over to the section of the plane the black box had been in, ripping out wires at random.
“Whatever are you doing?” Caleb asked, and for the first time I had noticed he had an English accent.
“Just grab any wires you can find, rip them out!”
“Why?”
“Just do it!” I grabbed all the wires I could with the help of Caleb. I ran back to the sheet of metal, scrambling with the wires. I worked for forty minutes maybe, then grabbed the bigger bags and set them on the metal. Before long I had a make-shift sled to pull the luggage through the sand, the wires as a rope.
“Smart.” Caleb nodded.
“Thanks Kid... Come on, lets move.” So it began, and we started walking down the shore. Leaving the wreckage behind.
