Island Roommates // Yutae Fan Fic

Chapter Six

Taeyong:

After getting more cloth and resin from the pine tree, I pulled off my sling and unfolded the sheet, placing it by the chair nearest to the opening at the back of the plane. I really hoped there would be something for us to eat somewhere. We couldn't survive on coconuts forever. Or however long it took for someone to find us. Speaking of being found, I lit the torch again and made my way back through the plane. I paused by the stewardess' room again, but made the decision to explore the cockpit first. Hopefully there was some sort of radio or panic button in there. The door took a while to push but it squeaked open and a smell, much the same as the one in the room behind me, wafted up into my nose. I didn't want to look, but the flame was almost halfway to dying so I took a deep breath and stepped into the cockpit.

The pilot was lying across his chair, his neck bent at an awkward angle, hand still clutching the controls as he must have been doing until the last moment. His co-pilot was on the floor, his face turned upwards and his mouth covered in blood, his hands curled up by his chest like the claws of a bird. What the hell had happened in here? I didn't have time to wonder. The flame spat a warning and I moved further into the room. The panels and buttons in front of me made no sense at all. There were no lights flickering so all the buttons were black and I had no idea where to even start playing around for the radio. Fuck. There had to be a manual somewhere though, right? My father always kept one in the glove compartment in his car... I searched around the pilot's feet and found nothing. When I moved over to the co-pilots side of the room I got lucky and spotted a thick book sticking out of an open shelf near the floor. Pilot training manual. Yes! That would help right? Please, let it help. I grabbed it and stumbled my way back out the wreck just as the flame died. I leaned against a tree as I flipped through the pages quickly, skimming along the words until I spotted 'Pilot's Radio Communications Guide.' I found the page and tried to read the instructions but honestly all it did was give me a massive headache. There was too much jargon for my brain to catch on easily. My English was good but clearly not enough. I gave a frustrated huff and slapped the book shut. I'd have to sit down with Yuta later and figure it out. Right now the priority was food.

Another torch later I was back inside and raiding the cupboards under the mini kitchen's sink. My eyes lit up as I spotted bottles and bottles of water lined next to each other. Thank goodness. Filtering the water from the sea and trying to boil it would have been a pain in the neck. We were lucky so far that there had been coconuts for us to drink from. Yuta will be happy, I thought with a smile. He hated coconut water. Next to the water was a row of packets of mixed nuts, chocolate bars and a few packets of potato chips. All wonderful, but how long was it going to last. I put the log in my mouth so could use my hand properly, but it still took some manoeuvring to get all the stuff out and onto the sheet in the other room. Working with one hand was a pain. When the fire died out again I groaned. Why the hell didn't the plane have a torch? Well, I hadn't looked for one, had I? I lit the log one more time and raced inside, banging open all the cupboards I could find. I found more water bottles; some neck pillows; blankets; and what looked like a mini bar, bottles of alcohol lined in neat rows. Many of them were cracked though. Still no torch. Sigh. Where else could I possibly look for one? My phone had had a torch...

I looked over at the pair of legs I had been trying to ignore since I walked in here. Had she had a phone? Probably... I didn't know many people in this day and age who didn't. I walked over to the body slowly and gulped. Was I really going to do this? I had to do it. My hands were shaking and I was starting to sweat but my arm was killing me and the flame was dying. I crouched next to the body and avoided looking at her face as I started patting down her uniform to look for pockets. I switched the torch over to my good arm when my hand started shaking too much and I almost set alight her uniform. Using my injured arm was painful but so would be accidently setting myself on fire.