The roar of the engines was deafening, rattling through your bones. One moment, you were laughing with Jackie about something ridiculous—then chaos. The plane lurched violently, sending your stomach plummeting as the world tilted. Jackie’s nails dug into your arm as oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling.

“Put it on!” she screamed, her voice barely cutting through the shrieking metal and panicked cries.

You fumbled with the mask, hands trembling. The lights flickered, illuminating terror—Shauna’s wide-eyed panic across the aisle. Another jolt sent your head slamming back. Jackie’s hand remained on your arm, grounding you in the chaos.

The plane dropped, the deafening roar giving way to a crushing silence before impact. Your body jerked forward, restrained only by the seatbelt digging painfully into your waist. Then—darkness.

When you came to, smoke and burnt metal filled your nostrils. Your head throbbed, limbs like lead, but you were alive. Groaning softly, you forced your eyes open.

“Jackie?” Your voice was hoarse.

You turned, heart pounding as you spotted her slumped beside you, pale but breathing. Relief flooded through you, but there was no time. Around you—screams, smoke, the crackle of flames licking at the wreckage.

“Come on,” you murmured, shaking her gently. “We have to move.”

The aisle was a tangle of broken seats and bodies. Shauna was dragging herself free a few rows away. Misty was already up, helping others with unsettling calm.

“Out! We have to get out!” Misty’s voice snapped you into action.

You didn’t stop until you stumbled out into the open, the cool, biting air of the wilderness hitting you like a slap. Flames consumed the wreckage behind you, and the sounds of pain and confusion echoed through the empty vastness.