Screams. Screams were everywhere.
"Huh?"
Her eyes fluttered open. Slowly, like a snail, her senses reentered her body. She looked around. Where was the interior of the plane that she remembered seeing a few moments ago?
"I am sorry." said someone nearby. What was going on? The girl sat up with support from an arm. She looked up an gasped from the sight that laid before her. Chandler Moore was on a beach. Not in a plane, like where she expected herself to be.
What in the hell is going on? Chandler thought. Without hesitation, she let out the most piercing scream her vocal chords could produce. Panic overtook her body. She wanted to go home. Now.
Crack!
Jim couldn't move. A shocking pain surrounded his shoulder. What happened? He was perfectly fine a few moments ago.
Wait a minute, he thought. He frowned, then opened his eyes. The sound of screams and waves flowed into his ears. He wasn't in the plane. He was on a beach! "What?"
Jim looked at his shoulder. He looked away almost immediately when he saw the large cut that spewed out large amounts of blood. He quickly dug around for something to cover it with. After a short moment of no success, Jim just ripped his shirt off and shoved it on the wound.
"Where are we!" he yelled.