Tammys perspective
Ahhhh, i screamed as the small plane i was taking to the Caribean did a sudden nose dive. All the other pasengers, however smiled. Thats when i jolted awake in my plane seat, my nice new forest green crop top soaked in sweat worse then that everyone stared at me like i was a crazy person who had finally snapped completely. They quickly stopped staring, but i still felt like they were watching and judging. Every plane trip i take i pass out and have nightmeres because im scared of planes. I occasionally do them though for trips i absolutely can’t pass up like this one to the Caribean. For christmas my friend had gotten me the ticket and we were supposed to go togeather, but she got sick. Thats when i wanted to cancel, but i knew that would upset her so today, December thirty first i had found myself at the airport. That had been a few hours ago and has the hours on the plane passed i started to feel a little less tense, but then there was a loud boom and i saw thick grey smoke sail past my window. I immediately started drinking from my water bottle which secretly contained rum. Suddenly the nose did a sharp and fast dive towards the ocean below, i was overcome by panic and i passed out. When i opened my eyes i looked around in horror. Every passenger i looked at had blood on them and they were as still as corpses, eyes wide and unseeing. The plane was now just big pieces of metal trying to form something. I weakly pushed myself out of my seat, i had to know if anyone survived, even thought it didin’t look good. When i got to the front row i realized there would be no survivors. Still i had to check on the piolets. When i walked into the cockpit i wised i haden’t. The piolet had a huge piece of windshield glass through his chest and out his back and the copilot was practically beheaded by windshield glass. The smell of death overpowered me and i threw up. As i searched for an exit i realized that weirdly i was not injured in the slightest and the mystery grew when i stepped on solid land, outside. The ground was strangely a swirl of pink and green like a lollipop, the trees were brown stems with blue leaves, and the sky was white with grey dots. I suddenly felt faint and found myself falling to the ground. I saw my ten year old self walking up to the front porch and cringing as mom said, “how was school little goat?”/ she always called me little goat because i fainted whenever an emotion overwhelmed me, which happened a lot. Then suddenly i saw my sixteen year old self crying in the passenger seat of moms old faded red beater truck. Mom sitting dead in the drivers seat and sirens wailling. We had been on our way to the trampoline park for my birthday, when a grey truck came bearing down on us at about seventy miles per hour. Then the memories faded and i found myself back in the strange world. I started to cry thinking of the many adventures me and mom had togeather. I really miss her even though its been four years. A while later i forced myself to get up and make a plan, mom would not want me to lie down and give up. I decided the first thing i needed to do was search the plane for food and water. The scene that met me was worse than before because now decay and dried blood odor hung heavy in the air. I covered my nose with my hand and then headed into the back of the plane. I quickly found some peanuts and crackers that could last me a while if I was careful. Then after taking a big gulp from a wine bottle I searched suitcases including mine for any items that could be useful. I found a bright neon spring coat, and clothes to change into. As I threw on the bellbottom jeans and tan t-shirt that said save the narwhals, I felt eyes watching me like I was prey. I gathered up my few possessions and started to sprint. The leaves around me rustled and my heart pounded. Then something sharp hit my knee, but i ignored the extreme pain and kept running. Just as I thought the thing was giving up, I tripped on a tree root and fell. When i looked up a muscular guy wearing only silver boxers was pointing a sword like object at me a crossbow slung over his shoulder. I stared in too much shock to say anything. ...