Fear of Flying- a Michael Jackson fan fiction

Looking for survivors

Amanda had a hard time opening her eyes. She felt the warmth of something trickling off her brow and into her swelling eye. She reached up and touched her forehead, looked at her hand, seeing fresh blood. She looked around the cabin and could see what looked like a war zone. There were air masks hanging from what once was the top of the cabin. Luggage was strewn everywhere as was broken and mangled seats and other plane parts. There was a heavy smell of smoke, fuel and the sickening smell of death. Amanda had worked in the ER for over 10 years so she was very familiar with that destintive scent. The plane appeared to be ripped in half. Those in the back half of the plane, where she previously had been sitting, was nowhere to be seen along with the poor souls that sat back there. With the heavy smell of fuel she knew this wasn't the safest place to be right now. She had to check for survivors and get them and herself to safety.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and tried to stand up. She head started spinning but she pushed through it. Her knee was banged up from hitting the back of the seat in front of her but she didn't think anything was broken as she was able to put weight on it which was a good sign. Her shoulder hurt like hell and had a large gash that was bleeding. She had to find a way to stop the bleeding, then she remembered seeing a first aid kit at the front of the plane. near the door when she was boarding. She started checking on the passengers in the remaining pieces of the plane. There was no moaning or groaning so she knew the results would not be favorable. There were only about 35 people on the plane when they took off and half were gone in the rear of the plane. As she passed by every seat, she checked for pulses. Each time she came across a person with multiple injuries that quickly led to their demise. She checked the 8 people in the cabin and not a single person had survived. She then wondered why had she fared so well when others hadn't.

She made her way to first class and started checking the passengers there. Finally, she came up to a man in a business suit and who had a faint pulse. Unbuckling him and accessing his injuries. She discovered he had a severe head injury and his leg was bleeding profusely. She grabbed his necktie and put it on his upper leg and tightened it attempting to stop the bleeding. If he was going to survive it would be a miracle. The next passengers in the next row had not made it. It appeared that the right side of the plane took more of the brunt of the crash. The people on that side were disfigured and died instantly. She finally came to the last row in first class, turned to her left and checked the pulse of the man sitting there. Surprisingly he had a strong pulse. Checking him for injuries, she found that he too had a large gash on his forehead and cheek. He had blood dripping down his hand that appeared to be coming from his arm. She unbuckled him and tried to wake him but he was unconscious. He was one of the lucky ones. He had a heavy jacket on so maybe it cushioned his impact. Grabbing him by the collar of his jacket, she dragged him towards the door. He was tall but luckily he was not overweight so she was able to drag him easily once she got him into the aisle. Sitting him up against the wall, she then moved on and checked on the last two passengers and flight attendant. The flight attendant was the only other person alive but unconscious.

Out of the 35 passengers only 4 had survived. Her adrenaline high was wearing off and exhaustion was setting in but she knew she had to continue and get the four of them off the plane. "Please dear God, help me. Give me the strength to get out of here." She managed to get the door open and engage the emergency chute. Going back, she dragged the man in the business suit down the aisle and placed him on the slide. Next, she went to the man who was leaning against the wall and grabbed onto his collar when all of a sudden he started to regain consciousness and moaned. He opened his eyes and reached up to his head. She knelt down and looked into his face.

"Mister. Look at me. I need your help. We've been in a plane crash and we need to get off of here. I cant do this alone. I need you to help me."