After minutes of waiting in the plane, I feel the plane starting to tremble. The engine abruptly starts. I buckle up in my seat when the monitors start to flash. It shows what to do during an emergency. I glance around to see my surroundings. I notice every seat was filled with a passenger. I sit in my firm seat wondering how the cushions would feel if I had been in first class. The worst part is that my knees were rubbing against the seat in front of me. I feel like I am going to die.
The plane took off. As I glance out my window I see the clouded sky. I look down and distinguish the many different little blocks and the many little dots moving. I gaze into an aisle and notice a stewardess gesturing someone to take their seat. Another stewardess was telling another person not to use their cell phone. As the plane soars through the air I wonder how long it would take to reach my destination. Becoming very bored with nothing to do I start to close my eyes and feel myself going into a deep sleep.
After hours a thunderous sound had waken me up. I slowly open my eyes by rubbing it with my hands. Half awake I look out the window once again and see a monstrous blizzard. I hear a different voice from the speakers, “We are going through some turbulence. Please remain calm in your seats. We will be through this storm shortly. Again please remain calm in your seats.”
After that announcement there was another hard tremble. It feels like some sort of aerial earthquake. I see a huge bright flash in the corner of eye which illuminated the sky. I slowly turn my head toward the window to look outside again. With inconceivable fear I stare at the severed wing. I pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. This is not a hallucination. At that moment I knew it was over. The voice spoke again, “We are going to take an emergency landing. Please remain calm in your seats.”
At the end of the intercom everyone’s voice starts to rise rapidly from shouting to screaming. People begin to get out of their seats and scream in fear. The stewardesses try to settle the passengers but their efforts were futile. I decide to stay in my seat and remain calm. I didn’t want to make more trouble for the stewardesses. I watch others who are praying for their lives. Others were just in their seats trembling. I turn my head around towards the emergency exit. I see a man trying to escape from the plane by opening the emergency exit.
I scream at the top of my lungs, “Nooooooooooo.” I get up from my seat and dart towards the man, but it’s too late. He open the door and instantly he flung out. I quickly grab onto a seat. I look on watching many innocent people being sucked out the door. My feet began floating in the air towards the emergency exit while I hang on my chair. All of a sudden the voice from the speakers spoke again, “Passengers, we are about to land. Please stay buckled in your seats.”
I start feeling my fingers slipping. I tighten myself onto the chair. I decide to reach for the seat buckle. As I reach for it, my fingers slip and I get thrown out the plane. As I get sucked out, my head hits the corner of the emergency door. I fell out of the plane spiralling unconsciously. As I fall, the plane crashes onto the land.
I see bright light and I start to cover my eyes with my hand. I get up and see a white plain with a clear blue sky. Without the smoke from the crash it would be a clear blue sky. The place I am standing seems like a cold place, but I’m not cold. I decide to walk to the crash site even though I’m in four feet of snow. The dark smoke in the air seemed kilometres away. I kept walking and never got tired. After minutes of walking I wonder how I made it alive. The four feet of snow must have caught my fall. I look at myself and see no bruises or cuts. It must have been a lucky fall. After an inspection for injuries I continue to travel towards the destroyed plane.
It seems so far but I get there quickly. I reach the site of the plane crash. The plane had been obliterated. The top half of the plane had been severely scorched. Patches at the bottom of the plane had been blown away. The front of the plane had been smashed flat. From my view it seems that the person in the front of the plane had been squished to a thin slice of pizza. There was no sight of the back of the plane. It must have been destroyed during the storm. I walk into the plane to see if there were any survivors. As I walk in, personal things were all over the ground. The people on the plane had been burned to death. The speed of the crash must have burned them alive. I assume everyone else must have been dead by being launched out from the plane before it crashed. From viewing all this I feel nothing at all. Usually when I see blood I faint. For some reason I feel nothing.
I began thinking of a plan of how I was going to survive in this place. I realise I will need supplies so I could survive in this harsh climate. Before I start taking any food and clothes I realise that I shouldn’t take them. What would be the point of carrying all those supplies? They would always be at the plane crash site. I start thinking of ways to communicate for help. Finding a cell phone would be the only way since the radio which is at the front of the plane is most likely smashed. I remember that I had a cell phone in my pocket. I check in the pocket which I had left it in, but I couldn’t find it. I start checking every other pocket that I have with no success. Finally the thought had come to me. It must have fallen out of my pocket from the place I had fallen. I start retracing my steps back to where I originally started.
I start walking back to the place I think I might have gotten up from. While searching for the place I had been dropped, I stumble upon a man faced down on the white snow with a cell phone next to him. Oddly it seems similar to my own cell phone. The cell phone displays a low battery signal and then all of a sudden the cell phone didn’t display anything. At that instant I wanted to see the face of the man whose cell phone had died. I wanted to view the idiot who couldn’t recharge his cell phone. I slowly turn over the body and I stood back with no emotion. He was me!