The passengers cried out in horror as the ground
came surging towards them. The plane was spiraling hopelessly out of control
with a terrifying speed behind them. The plane hammered into the ground which
caused a huge dust cloud. It was like being in a hall of cries. Someone yelled
out I landed on my face. Moaning loudly Tom black came to his feet. His face
was covered in blood. They had landed in the Sahara desert. Slowly painfully
Tom walked towards the smashed window covered in blood. They were surrounded by
sand and vast emptiness. The heat penetrated the wrecked fuselage. The
blistering heat was hotter then hell and half a Georgia suddenly a voice
shrieked from the cockpit. He’s dead the
captains dead.
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