If We Should All Die Tonight

[camillehans]

All Cami could really remember about that morning was relief, she was finally going away to her Summer camp and she would be away from her parents and away from Phoenix. She could somewhat see herself stepping into the plane and taking her seat near the center of the plane, her mom always said the center was the safest. Then maybe an hour or so later after the plane took off she could see nothing but ocean and small faraway spots of land. As she lay back to maybe take a nap she the plane shake a little and then more and more. She looked around the cabin beginning to feel scared as she looked on at the murmuring and frightened passengers when a bag flew down from above her and hit her on the head, it must have been heavy because it caused her to black out.

Cami slowly opened her eyes and looked around. At first everything appeared blurry and she blinked her eyes a few times until everything cleared up, though she was still dazed. She could feel the seatbelt still buckled tight around her waist and she tried to unlatch it with no avail. So she slowly started to gaze around, she saw endless amounts of water, sand, forest, and-and dead bodies strewn everywhere, some where still in their seats which had been thrown and landed about the beach and some were on the ground. That's when she began to smell it, the smoke starting to thicken. She looked down to the edge of the beach and saw one of the engines broken and still smoking and catching fire. She tried to unbuckle her seatbelt again, harder and with more force several times, but still it stuck. She looked up and saw that the flames were beginning to spread and becoming larger and they were coming right for her. In a panic she started to struggle and yelled for help as loud as her sore throat could.
"Help! Someone, help me! Please!!!"

[LEAF LUKOSELENE]

Before either the man or woman had time to say anything in return, Leaf heard a girl's screams.

"Help! Someone, help me! Please!!!"

He could hear lots of screaming, shouting, and cursing around the plane crash, but first of all, this was nearby, secondly, she sounded like she desperately needed someone's help, and thirdly, she sounded like she could be helped.

Many of the screams Leaf heard around him were either those of a survivor in pure shock but otherwise unharmed, or the morale-sucking groans of a dying passenger. Many that had been screaming for help usually stopped shortly, either because someone rushed to their aid, or because the victim had succumbed to whatever danger they needed help to escape. Leaf would not let this girl become the latter option.

He rushed in the direction he had heard her call, not bothering to give an explanation to the couple standing before him as to why he had suddenly introduced himself, then oddly bolted away. It doesn't matter. This is the scene of a plane crash. They get it. I was wondering what to do, how I could be helpful, so the universe gave a solution to my dilemma with no time to waste.

Leaf came to the girl who had been calling for help. Tall and thin, long dark hair, she looked to be late teens or early twenties, like himself. He noticed her struggling with a seatbelt as the smoke plumed thicker around her.

"I'm here." Leaf said calmly, rushing to her side. He gripped the seatbelt and carefully held the release. "On two, we both pull the seatbelt." He said clearly, over the silently earsplitting panic in the air. In the tension of the wreck site, Leaf couldn't tell if it was quiet and the danger made the situation seem noisy, or if some of the other survivors and dying people were still genuinely screaming as they had been ten minutes ago. "One. TWO! Leaf recited, pulling out the seatbelt.