(Gonna write my other three people than reply to you Crystal..)

(Hope you don't mind Dune but I replied to Velvet with Alex..)

Rebecca roled into a ball and started sobbing. She was thrown from the plane and into a tree, her stomach hurt and she could barely breath. There was blood all around her and dead bodies. She could remember the screams of old and young people all around her. It wasnt swimming, she couldn't do anything to help. Babies and elderlies laying all around her dead. She started rocking back and forwards while holding her stomach with her hands and all she could think was "am I going to die?" She didnt want to die. She didn't even graduated from college, she had a long life ahead of her. She never found true love or even settled anywhere. She was still living in her moms basement. She slowly rolled over and saw people moving around, they all looked disoriented. "Help.. Please Help!" She screamed hoping to get someone's attention. There was something wrong with her stomach. She didn't look at it but she knew it was bleeding.

Alex awoke to dogs barking. He remembered the crash and his sister screaming. His sister! He looked around crazily but didn't see her. He did see were the barking was coming from. There was a girl laying in a weird position with blood ever were on and around her. He sat up and crawled over to her. From watching television shows he knew he needed to check for a pulse. He picked up the girls wrist and laid two fingers on it lightly. He could feel her heart still beating which he believes is a good thing. He put both hands on each of the girls shoulders and began shaking her lightly. "Hey! Wake up!" He said urgently. He didn't want this girl dieing in front of him. He wasnt good with death and losing things. He waasbtrieing as hard as he could to ignore all the deaad people around him but it was hard.

Susan forced her eyes to open but everything was dark. She could hear people yelling for help but her throat was so dry she couldn't scream. She was being held under a big piece of metal from the air plane she supposed. She lifted her hands up and began pushing as hard as she could but she could only lift it up a little before she had to drop it again. It was laying on her whole upper body and only half of her legs. She could feel were the metal was cutting and stopping the blood circulation from her upper body to her legs. If she didnt get out of this soon she would lose her legs. "Help.. I need help!" She said as loud as she could. Her voice reminded her of an old man. It was dry and crackily sounding. She wondered if anyone would hear her or if she would just die right here. Tears started streaming down her face and she began to sob. "I dont want to die!" She yelled a little louder and began banging on the piece of metal.

Caleb looked at her wide eyed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. "Are you alright!" He asked frantically. She was covered in blood and even coughing blood up. He didn't find this to be a good sign and he didn't want her to die in his arms. He already seen enough deaad things today to last him his whole life. He didn't need to sit here and be forced to watch someone else die. He just wanted to get supplies, build a camp, and find a way home. He couldn't help but wonder were they were and how far away from home he was.

Terrie stopped grabbing the bag and turned her attention on the person who was alive. "Over here! Please help me.. I'm stuck." She said an began tugging at her seat belt again. She didn't know what this guy could do to help but she was happy that someone knew she was alive. She slowly started to realize that she wasn't going to die. She didn't even have a scratch on her from the crash. She smiled but then looked around. There was one person that stood out to her in the plane. There was a little girl. She had to be only ten years old that was dead. She couldn't help but start crying. Why couldn't that of been her. She would have gladly gave up her life for that little girl.

Eric ran into the aisle. "Huh?" He said. "Here. I think I can unbuckle you." He said. One of the windows had shattered and there was a piece of sharp glass. He held it up. "I think this can cut through it." He said and grabbed the seat-belt. Sure enough, it sawed through the seatbelt.
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Zarha couldn't say anything and just coughed harder. She was gonna die. She was. She knew she was. She would die. She wanted to wake up and see this was a dream. But it wasn't.

(I don't mind at all.)

Velvet's eyes fluttered open and she mumbled something inconprehendible. She slowly whispered, "Can't breathe. Get this thing off of me. It's crushing my lungs." Amber and Rosebud jumped around next to Velvet, still barking like crazy, and at hearing their master's voice, ran to her side and started licking the blood off her face and upper body until they were clean. Turning to the male who had touched their master, they yelped and gently placed a paw each on the rubble, then Velvet. Hoping the male would understand, they kept doing that until realization dawned on his face and he tried to remove the rubble from on top of their owner.

((WiFi wouldn't start up. O,o))

Alison heard barking. Puppies? Puppies. Yes. Puppies. She motioned Conner over. "Hello?" She called. Why were there PUPPIES here? Oh wait. Cargo hold. Cargo hold had animals. The puppies must've found a way out.

Terrie smiled and wrapped her arms around him pulling him into a hug. "Thank you so much!" She said and than scooted over into the next seat. She unzipped her suitcase and was surprised to see most of her stuff survived. She dug through it and pulled out a medkit. "I'm a doctor. Do you need help? She asked and popped the medkit open.

Caleb laid her down and began pumping her stomach/chest. He tilted her mouth back and blew into it. It seemed like she was choking and CPR was the first thing that popped into his mind. He continued blowing into her mouth and pumping her chest.

"Nah. I'm fine, you're a med? So am I. The only thing of mine that survived was my stethoscope." Eric said, holding the stethoscope up. "Not much use right now." He added dully. "Though it might be later." He suggested. "There're some people worse off..." He said, trailing off as he saw the little girl, about 10, covered in blood. "Diagnosed with internal damage." He said simply. Probably. Poor kid. How many others were badly hurt?