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Realistic or Modern Falling from the sky

Rhett found something to stand on and called out for everyones attention. "Exuse me! Evebody! May I have your attention!"
 
"Yeah- yeah I'm sure I'll be fine. It's not my main priority right now." He says and shrugs his shoulders, before looking over at the guy who had now disappeared, to find someone named Stacy. "Should we go after him?" He asks, zipping his jacket back up and hoping to God that the shirt would hold up as a bandage for now. He had a spare shirt in his bag anyway, but he might need that later. When a guy called out, Tommy whipped around and looked at him, he had his attention.
 
Once Rhett got everyone's attention he began talking. "Hi, uh, my name is Rhett Wilford. I work for NBC World News. On this trip I had reporting on a group of Terrorist who have not named themselves. That group is responsible for dozens of suicide bombings around the globe. If there is anything that could possibly help us in this situation is if we move now. Their main intentions are to always make sure there are never any survivors. So we should follow the captain's advice and go." Rhett felt uneasy knowing the same terrorist group he had been reporting on was now attacking the plane he was on. He had seen the dead bodies of the victims and refused to have these people around him perish.
 



Daniella jerked her head in the direction of the voice. A man, who looked to be the captain. She exhaled in a sigh of relief. He knew what he was doing. Danielle was so desperate at that point that she would follow anyone to safety if they were willing. She didn't have time to think about any reason not to. Shortly after, a young man introduced himself by the name of Rhett, a new reporter for NBC. Though she looked visibly terrified, doe brown eyes widened to the fullest, her soft blonde hair looking unusually messy, Daniella felt a little more assured. Especially since the others seemed to know what they were doing.​
 
Tommy looked around and nodded his head, glad to move away from the wreckage and the corpses. He gripped his backpack strap tightly with one hand, and gulped. He began to follow Gordon, hoping that he knew where he was going. Well, he knew he wouldn't know where he was going but he hoped that he could lead them in the right direction.
 



Slowly, but quickly enough to keep up, Daniella began to follow the others. She stayed at the back of the group. Where were they going? How long would it take to get there? She let her imagination run wild. What if we never make it there? Daniella shivered. Not just because the breeze was cold, but at the thought of not surviving. She had to. For her sisters, and the sake of her parents who would await her call when she would arrive at the airport in Dallas. She hugged her arms to her body, and tried to quicken her pace a little.​
 
Thomas slowed his pace down so that he was walking at the same pace as the girl, walking next to her. He watches her out of the corner of his eye. "Names Thomas. Yours?" He asks her, biting his lip and continuing to walk. He felt like things would run a lot smoother round here if everyone knew eachothers names.
 



Looking Thomas right in the eyes, she tried to give him the best response possible. Though her words seemed to shake. "Daniella." She managed through nearly chattering teeth. She forced a small smile. It would have been so much better to have met Thomas before the crash, when things weren't as stressful, and Daniella could have been her upbeat, perky self. But it looked like she needed a friend now more than ever.​
 
"Everything is going to be all right Daniella." He says, and nods his head, looking at her for a moment before switching his gaze forwards so he didn't fall over when walking. "You- have you got family waiting for you? Someone who can look after you when we are safe?" He asks. In reality, he was only talking because he needed to get his mind off the crash. The situation they were in.
 
Stacy tugged her brother Bren once they started moving. Her left arm was becoming numb, probably from the adrenalin of the previous pain of when she first woke up. She flinched when she heard the war cry. "Shit! Their after us!"
 



"Yeah.'' Daniella kept her eyes on the ground, watching their feet take each step. "But I'm afraid to go back with the news. I don't know how I could ever do it." She felt another tear roll down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away with the sleeve of her faded lavender sweater. "I suppose you don't?"​
 
Rhett paused. He had seen the bodies of those who had fallen victim to the group. Fear shot through him as he looked at the group with worried eyes.
 
Katie woke up an hour after the plane crashed. She tried to stand and looked down at what she landed on. She screamed louder than any noise out there. She started hyperventilating. She leaned over and pulled her brother free from the metal piece he landed on. There was a big gap where his spine should be. The only reason she survived was because of her brother landing under her. She sat there holding him. " It should have been ME!" She cry-screamed. She sniffed and brought the body outside the plane, around a few trees. She picked tropical flowers and set them around him. She made him look like a proper burial corpse. She kneeled next to him, rain pouring down her cheeks (She was crying.). Katie lifted her leg and squealed loud. There was a big gash in her upper thigh almost big enough to see bone.
 
Rhett rushed back to the plane to see if he could get his notebooks that had info on the terrorist group. He spotted a young woman crying, she had a large gap on her thigh. He rushed over to her "Mam are you okay? Do you need help?"
 
Thomas shook his head, "no. No I have no one left." He says quietly, his voice breaking slightly. He looked away from her then back at her and frowned. He takes a deep breath, then stops walking. "Someone'll claim me, I suppose. I mean maybe a family friend or something."
 
Brendan took out his pistol, ready to fight. They might be unarmed, but he didn't have a choice. He cocked his gun and got ready for the fight, crouching. "Alright," he muttered, waiting.


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