The sight that greeted my eyes was haunting. There were dead bodies as
far as the eye could see, but somehow nobody had a scratch on them.
The plane was in pieces, scattered all around. As the waves rolled up
the beach, more and more bodies were revealed. The sun was burning
high in the sky and everyone was beginning to tire out. The cliffs
towered down on us; the sand burnt our feet as we trod carefully
between the corpses. It was a shock; we hadn’t expected to find
anything there, but it appeared that almost everyone who had been on
the plane was lying here, on the beach, with us. It was a very strange
sight, seeing all these people dead, but somehow not hurt, at least
not on the outside. All I wanted to do was find someone, get a story,
then leave this terrible place.
I searched for hours beneath the wreckage, desperately rummaging
around to find somebody. I was there long after the television crews
left, after the radio interviewers, hunting. As the sun began to go
down, I thought I might as well give up, that there was no life left,
when I heard a whimper. I couldn’t tell where it came from, so I
shouted, “Hello? Is there anybody there?” No reply. I shouted again,
louder this time, so that it echoed around the cliffs. Then I saw her.
Lying beneath one of the detached wings of the shattered aircraft,
only her bare, pale arm was visible, but she was waving it around
desperately. I looked around for someone who could help me - God knew
I couldn’t lift that thing by myself - but everyone had gone. I
whipped out my phone, and called the only person I knew would help me.
Tom. My ever supportive, car...
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wanted to know now.
I rang Tom that night; I wanted answers:
“Well, there is something strange in the records on the black box” He
began to explain, after the usual hellos, “its seems that the pilots
are just talking, and then suddenly, half way through a sentence, it
falls quiet. Then you can hear the second pilot asking what’s wrong.
He has panic in his voice, but there doesn’t seem to be anything
actually wrong in the room. And then, he falls quiet as well, and this
is when the plane begins to soar down the beach.”
I was amazed, and it made me even more intrigued by the story. “Thank
you Tom, keep working.”
“I will, I’ll call you whenever I hear more.”
I flipped the top of my phone down and sat back in my chair. I could
tell this was the start of something really exciting.
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