I hear crackling..i smell burning flesh.
My eyes start to clear up and all I can see is orange flickering across the yellow, red, and blue wing about 100 feet from me.
I try to move my body, a sharp pain shoots through my leg.
My legs been impaled by a piece of shrapnel. I lay back gently against the remains of my blue leather seat and turn my head slightly. A heavy rush and dull pain goes through my head. I raise my hand to my head where the throbbing sensation is and it feels damp. I look at my hand, there's blood.
I look next to me, there's nothing. All around me is the fiery wreckage of flight 1975. I look back at my leg..I can't stay here.
I look at the sharp piece of metal in my leg, and then I look around for any signs of life.
All I see is orange flickering and coal black smoke.
I grab the neck line of my shirt and pull to rip it.
I place the piece of ripped clothe down next to me and grip the metal shard. It's warm and jagged, but I can't stay here.
I fight through the heat and gently start pulling. A sharp pain shoots through my leg and I scream: "FUCK!".
I grab the clothe and bite down on it then I grab the metal shard once more and pull quickly.
A sharp moan quickly overcomes the desolate area where the plane crashed. Blood sprays everywhere, I grab the clothe and tightly wrap my leg.
I look around and scream to see if there's any more survivors
"Hello...is anybody out there..?"
Nothing. I might be the only survivor.
I brace my arms against the remains of my seat and try to boost myself up. I feel a bulge in my pocket, looks like my phone is in there.
I gradually ascend and get in my feet. I look ahead of me and through the thinner gray smoke I see body parts...arms..legs...charred torsos...thats not all either..I see all ages....just...gone..infants...children...elderly men and woman....i see blackened luggage cases..i see body's impaled by metal and parts of the seat...i see faces eviscerated by the flames and explosion. It's hell.
I shout out once again,
"Hello..is anybody there...can anybody hear me?.."
A bit further from me I here
"Help"
The voice sounded like they were in pain and gargling on something.
I quickly but cautiously walk towards it.
"Where are you?...?"
A silence over comes me again, then it breaks
"Over here"
I stumble upon a young man about the age of 16 who's pinned underneath the wings longer brake.
I rush to him quickly as I could.
I look at him and see blood running from the corners of his mouth and his nose.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"My legs..I can't feel them"
He cough and blood sprays slightly forward. I'm not exactly sure how long he has, but I can't leave him here to die.
I look at the wing and it's jagged and sharp.
I begin looking around for something that I can pry the wing with. I pull out my phone..no service.
"I'll be right back, don't move"
