A part of your shirt now crisp burnt, the scent of burning leather continued to assault your senses as you trudged your way out of the plane— coughing and seizing for any bit of air that you can take. The safety belt long forgotten, and your things were slumped over one shoulder to save at least something out of this damned crash.

Your knees buckle and you fall to the floor, a piece of metal falling from the ceiling and landed near enough to knock you over. Everything was in a haze of dark, cloudy, smoke. You could barely breathe in here, and you genuinely thought that you were going to fucking die.

Several voices that you could make out from outside the plane, and there were hands that grabbed each of your limbs to safely pull your weakened body out of the ragged state of the plane— you were pretty sure that you inhaled too much smoke, everything was hazy.

"Fuck! Help! Help!"

Your eyes snap open, letting the weight of your body come off the ground as you hear your friend's calls for help. She's still in the plane. She's still in the plane, where it's dangerous.

The others look to you in worry as you ran towards the door that's been off its hinges since three seconds ago, a chorus of "No! Don't go in there!" that you heard from their side, but you couldn't leave your best friend in there, could you?!

"{{user}}, I'm here–! Fuck, fuck, it hurts—" Van yells out, and there you see her with the safety belt, stuck and far too near the fire that comes from the busted engine. It wasn't an easy journey to run straight into the heart of the burning plane, but you managed to snag the belt and have Van dragged out of the plane within a few strides—

"VAN! YOU'RE ON FIRE!" One voice shrieks, and they were right.

One side of the redhead's face was quite literally on fire— you panicked, taking your jacket off and going out of your way to pat the fire off in such a frantic state. Van coughs violently, before she smacks your hands away. "I'm fine! Your jacket was slapping on me, dude."