Stranded

Chapter 2 - The Crash

A couple hours later, Sarah awoke to frantic running and screaming. She lifted her head to see she was on a beach. Her head was pounding , she could see blood on her shirt.

"Meg.. Megan?" She whispered.

Her eyes werent adjusted to the light, nothing seemed clear. She slowly stood up, but wobbled over a bit. she could see sand and blood in her hair.

The same man that she stumbled into on the plane ran past her.

"Hey wait!" She yelled. "Whats going on? please tell me" Her hand rose to her head as she fell into the sand.

"Oh man, you alright? Let me take a look at your head." The man replied " Our plane crashed, dont worry. We'll get rescued. Thats a pretty deep cut on your forehead. do you know what happend?"

"Um, everything went dark. i think something fell on me though." Sarah managed to say. "My sister. Do you know where she is?"

"First of all, Tell me your name. I'm Sam."

"Um, i'm... I think i'm Sarah"

"Well Sarah, you have a concussion. and as soon as i help everyone else, i'll try to stitch up that gash on your head. "

"I can do it, i'm studying to be a doctor ... i think"

Sam finished up putting a bandage around Sarah's head. An ear peircing, blood curdling scream came from down the beach..

"WHAT WAS THAT?" Sarah yelled.

"Oh a girl dislocated her shoulder pretty bad.. My friend Remy is just popping it back in" Sam said nonchalantly.

"What does she look like!?"

"Meduim length blonde hair, around 5'3"

"Megan! I have to go!" Sarah jumped up and ran towards the screams, she saw people limping, holding their wounds. some people even... dead. there were peices of the plane everywhere. Even one of the wings smushed into the sand. Then she saw her, 2 men were holding her back while one was pulling on her arm. She was screaming as her face turned red from not breathing.

"Just one more pull!" One of the man muttered.

"MEGAN! Let go of her! Thats my sister! I can do it!" Sarah finally reached Megan and gave her a gentle hug.

"Sarah! Your okay! I was looking for you! but i passed out from the pain. these hulagans are trying to fix my shoulder. but they cant do it!" Megan said as tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.

"I can take it from here" Sarah said to the man holding megans arm.

The man took a step back and Sarah took his place.

"Okay Megan, on the count of three i'm gonna pull. Relax, " Sarah said "1...THREE!"

Megan let out another terrifying scream and it was over with. Megan was still crying but it seemed to have slowed down abit

"Its okay Meg, were gonna be okay" The girls sat there for a few minutes just crying, just to let it all out.

"Sarah, I'm really scared" Megan cried.

"Dont worry, we'll get this figured out." Sarah saw Sam running by and and she called his name, he looked at her and ran over.

"Whats goin on?" Megan asked him.

"Something happend to the engine, were too far off course to tell where we are. Right now a couple of us -the ones that arent badly injured- are looking around to find the pilot. Sarah this must be your sister" Sam said with a smile.

"How could he be so happy? Were stranded on a bloody island!" Sarah thought to herself as she nodded to Sam.

"Oh here, i made a sling for you Megan, Remy told me your gonna need one" Sam handed a cut up shirt to Megan, and helped her adjust it so her arm was succure. Sam then gave a wave and a smile, and kept running towards other survivors.

"Well, we cant just sit here can we? We should really help out. I mean, Sam seems like a doctor, but his friend, Remy... not so much. Your a doctor, and i can be your wingman!" Megan exclaimed.

"but meg, your arm!"

"I'll be fine, if it hurts i'll take a break"

"If you say so" Sarah agreed.

They both got up, and started looking around, they could see a little girl in the distance crying and being ignored by everyone else. the girls quickly ran to her to see if she was alright. She had minor cuts on her arms and face, but everything else seemed to be fine. Sarah held the girl lightly and asked whats wrong

"Sweetie, are you alright? Whats your name?" Sarah wondered

"M-M-Molly. I'm okay, but my mommy. where's my mommy!" The girl cried out.

She looked like she was maybe 6 or 7 years old.

"Molly, listen to me, What does your mommy look like? Stay here with this nice lady, her name is Megan. I'll go look for your mommy okay?" Sarah instructed.

Molly explained what her mom looked like and Sarah went off to find her. She walked along the beach, looking carefully at each distressed face, every dead body. When she saw her. Molly's mom, lying face down on the beach, wearing the exact light pink sweater, and dark navy jeans. Sarah ran to the body and rolled her over. She checked for her pulse. Nothing.

"Crap!" Sarah yelled.

"What am i going to do? I cant just tell a little girl her moms dead. and shes stranded on an island alone." Sarah Muttered to herself. She looked back to where the little girl and Megan was standing. Megan had Molly in her arms protecting her from the sand that was being blown by the wind. She looked over to her left and she could see Sam helping out an old man run away from a wing that was just barley hanging on the fusolage. The 2 jet engines were on fire farther down the beach, thankfully everyone moved away from there. Sarah could see the wing just about to fall. Sam wasnt running fast enough.

"SAM! MOVE FASTER!" Sarah yelled as she ran towards them taking the old mans arm and running with them. the second the got just 10 feet away from the wing. it fell on 2 other survivors trying to get away. Right as it hit the ground it blew up. Sarah and Sam jumped down Sam Sheilding both the old man and Sarah. Behind them flames and peices were flying everywhere. Sarah stayed still lying in the sand just to wait untill the flames calmed down.

"Sarah, you alright?" Sam questioned her

"I'm fine, You okay?"

Sarah could see from the corner of her eye that Sam was nodding his head.

"Dont worry about me, i'm fine" The old man said as he got up and walked away.

Sam then stood up as well and put his hand out to help Sarah up. She looked around her. Everyone was crying, they were hurt, they were living hell.