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Solitary Zealot
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Over Creedy Forest Introduction 11:11 P.M.
The first explosion made a marvelous viewing site to those who were around to observe it. It engulfed the rear of the plane into flames, forcing passengers to move up. The night sky was now bright as a flash of lighting, by the maroon and orange mixture. The firey trail tagged along behind the plane like a puppy following its owner.
The Second explosion, was further more havok causing. It was radiant and it made the sky become luimunented a twist of fear and beauty crushed into the rear of a plane. The gesture of wanting to live, was provoking even more movement in the plane. Passengers cryed and screamed hoping somewhere something that could help would hear it, unfourtantly that wasn't going to happen. Now smoke was a amid the coldish wintery night. It gave a frothy feeling, to those who smelt it; it was good smell but curiosity ought not ponder and wander too far.
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"Attention everyone," the crying and screaming still had yet to hit its climax, the poor captain wasn't heard,
"Hey! Listen please, or we will all die." Still his voice went on heard,
"Scuse me son, do you need help getting the word out?" a man dressed in BDU's, offers a hand secretly,
"Yes please," a head nod follows Ziggamores replie.
"Alrighty then let me give it a wurl... now what, there we go. SHUT THE HELL UP OR YOUR GOING TO DIE!" Ziggamore even jumped when he heard it, all seventy two passengers too.
"Thank you. Alright everyone listen up, I don't have to to explain how I know, but there is a lake directly under us, and this plane is going to crash in the forest, so if you want to live your going to have to jump."
It was quite and everyone listened from that point on, he directed were to jump from, door by the cabin, and tryed to rensure the people that the lake below was deep enough they would survive. The plane itself had been going a down ward slant for a while, so t
down ward slant for a while, so they had to act fast. One by one everyone jump till they were down to two left, one a passenger the other Ziggamore.
"Come on dad, this thing is going to crash and burn, it's not your time yet."
"Son did I every tell you that I love you except when you interfer with my life?"
"Dad please, come, we can land in the water and get to saftey."
"To hell we will!"
"Dad please. I-" Something hit Rolland Ziggamore out of the plane, and it caught him off gaurd.
He brushed it off and ignored it, his only goal was to make it to land. Land was found for many. Cold, hard, dry, land is what they found. The majority had found themselve a gruesome finishing for life, jumping the plane only to look down and find the scape below to be land, a sheer leg bender. The bones had shot back up through the body. Disasimbly is what had happened. Punished is how many felt, lied to was the others. Had jumping really been worth it. He never said he gaurenteed a safe water
landing. Or maybe it was a trick, some landed in water, to realise they can't swim or shallow water still kills.
Fate had played it's game. Seventy passengers jumped and twenty lived. Rolland jumped and he lived. The numbers wearn't good. Now the goal for the remaining, was to keep hope, and come to land, and hope to god that tomorrow will be better. They all swam. Ninteen found land safely and passed out, one found fire, from the planes crash and relaxed.
The flames from the crash engulfed the forest, burning away at the green turning it black as the night. The trees cracked and fell into it building it larger, the midnight sky wasn't so dark anymore. The crisp frost of land remind everyone it was winter, caused a shiver to go, the coldest, slowest, bluest, shiver to crawl down the spines of the remaining. Something didn't feel right. Why had the plane randomly blown up?
The first explosion made a marvelous viewing site to those who were around to observe it. It engulfed the rear of the plane into flames, forcing passengers to move up. The night sky was now bright as a flash of lighting, by the maroon and orange mixture. The firey trail tagged along behind the plane like a puppy following its owner.
The Second explosion, was further more havok causing. It was radiant and it made the sky become luimunented a twist of fear and beauty crushed into the rear of a plane. The gesture of wanting to live, was provoking even more movement in the plane. Passengers cryed and screamed hoping somewhere something that could help would hear it, unfourtantly that wasn't going to happen. Now smoke was a amid the coldish wintery night. It gave a frothy feeling, to those who smelt it; it was good smell but curiosity ought not ponder and wander too far.
(more)
"Attention everyone," the crying and screaming still had yet to hit its climax, the poor captain wasn't heard,
"Hey! Listen please, or we will all die." Still his voice went on heard,
"Scuse me son, do you need help getting the word out?" a man dressed in BDU's, offers a hand secretly,
"Yes please," a head nod follows Ziggamores replie.
"Alrighty then let me give it a wurl... now what, there we go. SHUT THE HELL UP OR YOUR GOING TO DIE!" Ziggamore even jumped when he heard it, all seventy two passengers too.
"Thank you. Alright everyone listen up, I don't have to to explain how I know, but there is a lake directly under us, and this plane is going to crash in the forest, so if you want to live your going to have to jump."
It was quite and everyone listened from that point on, he directed were to jump from, door by the cabin, and tryed to rensure the people that the lake below was deep enough they would survive. The plane itself had been going a down ward slant for a while, so t
down ward slant for a while, so they had to act fast. One by one everyone jump till they were down to two left, one a passenger the other Ziggamore.
"Come on dad, this thing is going to crash and burn, it's not your time yet."
"Son did I every tell you that I love you except when you interfer with my life?"
"Dad please, come, we can land in the water and get to saftey."
"To hell we will!"
"Dad please. I-" Something hit Rolland Ziggamore out of the plane, and it caught him off gaurd.
He brushed it off and ignored it, his only goal was to make it to land. Land was found for many. Cold, hard, dry, land is what they found. The majority had found themselve a gruesome finishing for life, jumping the plane only to look down and find the scape below to be land, a sheer leg bender. The bones had shot back up through the body. Disasimbly is what had happened. Punished is how many felt, lied to was the others. Had jumping really been worth it. He never said he gaurenteed a safe water
landing. Or maybe it was a trick, some landed in water, to realise they can't swim or shallow water still kills.
Fate had played it's game. Seventy passengers jumped and twenty lived. Rolland jumped and he lived. The numbers wearn't good. Now the goal for the remaining, was to keep hope, and come to land, and hope to god that tomorrow will be better. They all swam. Ninteen found land safely and passed out, one found fire, from the planes crash and relaxed.
The flames from the crash engulfed the forest, burning away at the green turning it black as the night. The trees cracked and fell into it building it larger, the midnight sky wasn't so dark anymore. The crisp frost of land remind everyone it was winter, caused a shiver to go, the coldest, slowest, bluest, shiver to crawl down the spines of the remaining. Something didn't feel right. Why had the plane randomly blown up?