Flight 21

“Don’t you think it’s kind of weird that we survived that plane crash,” I asked in a small voice. “I mean it just doesn’t seem possible. And you would expect some injury or something to come out of it.”

“Let’s just be glad we made it then,” he responded. “Come on, I think the plane’s just up ahead.” We walked through the rest of the way in silence. I peeked over to look at Trent, but his dark eyes were fixated on what was in front of them.

We reached the end of the jungle and could see the light peeking through the trees. The sun was setting meaning we spent the entire day walking. Small rays shone onto us. They danced over Trent and covered his skin. It made me realize how pale he seemed to look. Just yesterday he was tanned and though we’ve been in the cover of the trees I was still tanning slowly. Maybe he was just sick or something. He didn’t get anything to eat when I did so maybe that was it.

“It’s just through the clearing,” he said breaking me out of my thoughts. He pointed up to the sky, “See the smoke still rising? That probably means that there was something burning a couple days ago when we crashed.” He stopped walking and I glanced over at his curiously.

“Well? Are we going or not?” I asked. He turned his dark eyes to look at me then turned back to the clearing ahead.

“Avery. You may not have thought of this but, the passengers probably didn’t make it out of the plane.” I nod for him to continue. “Meaning there still in there,” I nod again waiting for his to finish. “Dead, he said bluntly, “their in there dead.”

“Oh,” I said my stomach twisting. “I didn’t, think of that. But there’s no turning back now. I’m not gonna sit out now that I’ve spent all day getting here.”

“Fine. But let me walk ahead of you,” he asked. “That way if there’s anything I don’t think you can take then you don’t have to look. Alright?” Even if I said no, he probably wouldn’t have cared.

“Yeah, alright.” It didn’t feel like a bad deal to me. I probably wouldn’t be able to take some of the gorier things. Trent walked and I followed behind closely.

As soon as we got away from the trees, the light shone down on us causing a momentary blindness. As it faded the figure of the plane began to shape out. The plane covered most of the shore. One of the wings was in the water and the other tilted up slightly. Cracks ran through most of the bottom where it landed along with massive dents. The entire tale was ripped off and lay separately from the plane. Something was leaking out through the back, what I guessed to be gasoline. The front of the plane wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It has several dents and cracks but other than that nothing was wrong. The middle was broken and some metal was chipping off. On the side one thing was visible. Large red faded letters spelling out ‘Flight 21.’

“You sure you want to do this?” Trent asked from in front of me, his voice calm. This was one of the times I thought he was crazy because he was almost too calm for these situations.

“I’m sure,” I responded. “Let’s just go inside.” He looked over and nodded, his expression dead set on the plane.

“Give me your hand,” he said holding one of his muscled arms backwards. I slowly took his hand which made me immediately shiver. His cold grasp held my hand firmly and I held back. We headed towards the middle of the plane where the door we used to escape stood ajar.

The fear was finally kicking in and but I felt desperate to know what was inside. The sand ran through my sandals and rested in my toes. I followed Trent trying to calm my heart rate. He gave my hand a small squeeze and walked to the metal death trap.

“Okay, make sure you keep your eyes closed until I say you can open them. If you can’t do that than just look down until I say its fine.” He sighed and ran a hand through his jet black hair. “Alright Avery let’s go in.”