The sound of silence deafened Andy's eara as he trudged, hopelessly throught the ankle deep snow. Fog so thick, all he could see was whiteness. Almost as if he had entered Heaven; a Heaven that was Hellishly cold, swarming with bitter winds.
The sound of the crisp snow under his frost-bitten feet, disrupted the deafening silence, bringing his mind back to reality.
As Andy slogged his way through the sea of snow, a sea of another kind began to overwhelm his body and mind... A sea of apprehension.
Looking down shakily at his quivering, numb fingers he thought he had heard a cry for help.
He stopped to listen closer, pausing for a while before deciding it was just paranoia kicking in.
As he plodded deeper into the unforgiving cold, the froze hair on the survivor's head, froze to his skin like thin black icicles, refusing to melt.
Andy could not will himself to look back at the reckage. The fire, the crash, the bodies.
Andy knew he would never be able to sleep again without he images and sounds screaming in his mind, burning him up inside.
Getting colder, he needed some source of heat to regain feeling in his numb toes and hands, but no way could he go back to the roaring fire, responsible for the death od 70 strangers. He knew very little about each person the the plane, but thinking about them still made his heart twinge as he knew they were all dead.
With shakey breaths, he continued on, quickening his pace. He couldn't bring himself to look back, mind filling with guilt and paim of the destruction that took place only a few hours previous.
"There was nothing you could do," Andy thought to himself, trying to reassure himself as frozen tears struggled down his wind-smacked cheeks,"It's not your fault!"
Still, he couldn't help but wince repeatedly at this images he had seen and heard.
