Thread: Stranded (nightsorceress and Josu_T)

Timothy Adams sat back in his first class seat. He sighed. It was uncomfortable. Why did they even let this old plane fly? It was what, ten years old? His father had a new plane every few years at the latest. This plane only had one tv for the first class area. That was unacceptable. He even had to use the cheap airline headphones to listen to the movie. The meal was half decent, but still nowhere near as good as he'd had before. He would have to have a serious talk with his father when he got home. He would never fly with that particular airline again. The plane was crossing the pacific. On its way from Indonesia to North America. Timothy was heading home from a vacation. It had been a lot of fun, but he was excited to get back home to the comfort of his mansion. On the plane was a wide variety of people. There were a few that had been on a hunting trip, and a couple of military people returning from being stationed at a base in Asia. Other people were heading to visit North America, while some tourists were returning home. All of them had no idea what was about to happen to them. The plane had been forced to change course and take a longer route to avoid a storm. However, it had been unable to avoid it. The unprdeictable weather hit them anyway. The storm messed with the instruments and made it impossible for any towers to locate it. They lost radio contact and the plane was flying blind. The pilot told everyone to buckle up and prepare for turbulence. Then the engines lost power. The large plane was gliding without instruments functioning properly and without the help of any towers. No one knew where they were or what was happening. Even worse, the plane was quickly losing altitude. Suddenly one of the engines roared back to life. It was unexpected. It cause the plane to pitch and start a roll, something it wasn't designed to do. A moment later they were plummeting toward the ground at a high speed. The pilot tried to regain control, and tried to call for help. They emerged from the clouds and saw water rushing up toward them. The pilot got enough control to pull the plane into a more horizontal position. Thirty seconds later they hit the water, right off the shore of some small islands. It broke apart on impact, sending the front half of the plane into the beach and the tail end just off the beach, in the water. Luggage and scrap metal covered the beach. Bodies floated in the water and lay motionless in the sand. Timothy woke an hour later, still strapped into his seat. He slowly unbuckled himself and was amazed. He seemed to be in perfect condition. He had a few scratches and bruises, but somehow his position in the plane had been perfect. He wasn't majorly hurt. He wondered if anyone else had been that lucky. He slowly got up, his head aching a little. Clearly something had hit him in the head and knocked him out. Other than that he was fine. All around him he saw death and destruction. It was horrible. The remains of an engine was burning on the beach. Bodies were broken and charred. It worried him. He couldn't be the only survivor, there had to be someone else. He started searching for anyone that might be alive.