Everyone screamed. Tom grasped the seat harder, holding on for dear life. He couldn't even hear himself scream. A girl flew out the gaping hole. "SARAH!" A woman shouted. "NOOO!"
Trees scraped the outside of the plane. Then Tom hit the seat and slipped into an unconscious state.
Tom woke up. "Gah!" He cried, grabbing his stomach. A giant iron beam was sticking through his chest. He looked beside him. Charlie was gone. "Where did he go?" Tom thought.
He looked around. The plane was broken into 3 parts. The front, which was nowhere to be found, the right side, where Tom was, and the left side, which was so destroyed no one could have survived.
Tom tried to get up, but the pain kept him down.
He looked beside himself, and noticed a man in the isle across from himself. His face looked like it was peeled off by something living. Dried blood crusted the cheek that was still left.
Tom grabbed the shirt off of him and put it on the end of the bar. He pulled his stomach forward and off of the bar. The shirt instantly became soaked in the sticky crimson liquid.
He pulled off his own shirt and put it against the hole in his back. Tom reached up for the tube to the oxygen mask, ripping it off and tying the shirts to his body. Each movement pained him.
When he finished, he tried to stand. He failed yet again, so he rested his head against the seat and laid there, regaining his strength.
After about thirty minutes, he tried to stand up again.
He succeeded, and grabbed the seat for support. He couldn't go away from his seat, so he pushed for the seat in from of him.
He grabbed it and stood there, regaining more strength, surveying his surroundings, and praying to god that no rabid animals were lurking in shadows of the trees.
After several minutes, he noticed an axe. It was in a glass box just above a dangling microphone.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and rain began to roar all around him.
He stumbled to the box, using his elbow to smash the glass. It shattered, causing glass shards to click to the floor.
A piercing shriek pierced Tom's ears. He looked over just in time to see a muddy body leap onto him.
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Flight 203
ActionThomas Watkins had an everyday life. He had a good paying job, and a loving wife. Everything was great. Until his plane to China crashed on a deserted island. Or so he thought...
