At least I think it has only been two days since we left the East Coast of the United States. We were doing fine, flying towards mainland Europe when something went wrong in the cockpit. The pilots tried to act like it was nothing, but they were not fucking successful at fooling us. There was no where to land at that moment and so we just had to keep going. The plane was able to stay in the air long enough for us to see an island. I thought I heard Mark and Jason arguing about whether there was enough open land to put the plane down, but what choice did we really have? With no satalites, no communication with anyone else, we had no idea what island was below. Marty tried to open the door to talk to the pilots but Mark yelled they were too busy doing calculations for the landing and to go away for now.
I knew the minute the island was clear that there was not enough space for us to land. It would be a crash landing and that was not what we fucking wanted at all. We belted ourselves in and braced for the crash. We were still not ready for how violent it was. All I can remember of the crash was the sound of tearing metal, hot air and screams. The plane was torn apart by the trees and I knew that there was no way for everyone to have survived.
I blacked out for I don't know how long and woke up to severe pain in my left leg and in my head. I heard a weird growling noise and when I opened my eyes, I could see the cockpit of the plane facing me. Somehow, the front of the plane had turned all the way around and I could see Jason was dead and turned. Mark was still in his seat but had been impaled but a large piece of metal. I looked around and saw that I was hanging about 10 feet from the ground held into my seat by the belt. There had been people in front and behind me, but now I couldn't see anyone else. My left leg was cut from the ankle to the knee on the inside and looked really bad.
It took me a while, I don't know how long, to get myself free from the seatbelt and it was really painful to drop to the ground. I limped through the debris and saw that the cockpit was resting on a falled tree and that it would make it easier to climb up. Once I got there, I crawled through the where the windshield used to be and took care of Jason. Mark was barely conscious and was rambling about being sorry he didn't tell us. I stayed with him and listened to him while he got weaker and weaker. There was nothing I could do for him. I was fucking helpless to do anything for him while he died. From what he said, Jason got bit while helping to refuel the truck and didn't tell anyone. By the time Mark realized what was happening, it was too late. Jason bit him before he could secure him in his pilots seat. That made me feel a little less guilty. I would not have been able to save him, no matter what. When death finally came, I made sure Mark would not be reanimating and climbed out of the wreckage.
I made my way through the remains of the plane and found a few of the others, wounded, but alive. We also found some of our group already undead. By the time we had accounted for almost everyone, we knew that seven of our numbers had been killed. Rest in peace Mark and Jason, our pilots; Cindy, one of the backup singers and Mary, one of our runners; Tanner and Art, two of Wills lackeys; and Shannon, one of the flight attendants. We piled all of thier bodies next to the cockpit and then we started thinking about what to do next.
By then, it was starting to get dark and we quickly gathered all the blankets and clothes we could find to keep us all warm. We found all the food and drink that hadn't been destroyed while Med and Amy found a couple of the first aid kits and bandaged us all up as best they could. Some of the guys got a fire going and we formed a circle around it. That is when full dark came. We had no idea of where we were and we didn't know if anyone else was on this island. We were in the middle of a forest, on the side of a mountain, on an island in the middle of nothing during the zombie apocalypse. All we could do was wait for morning and try to keep eachother alive through the night.
I know that I didn't sleep well. There were too many noises coming from all around us and we had to keep feeding the fire to have the light. Hopefully, today we will find out more about where we have landed.
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