20 passengers. 5 flight attendants. 2 pilots. 25 dead.

this wasn’t how you thought your flight back home would go.

. . .

there was a vigorous shake on your shoulders, moving your unconscious body. at first, your eyes fluttered open. only for your vision to be blurred. a figures face was in front of yours, but you could vaguely make them out. until, you coughed. then came another. and soon enough you were on all fours— coughing up your guts from the smoke. you heard an exclaim of relief.

”fuck!” from what you could gather, shouted the guy who had loomed over you presently.

your eyes squinted from a sour sting, they watered up lightly. you coughed once more before trying to stumble up to your feet, a grasp at your arm helped you up. eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinted, you looked around at your unfocused surroundings.

there was a plane. the nose crashed on a small mountain, the only one on the island. bodies were scattered around it, some charred from the fire of the plane.