Prologue
3018 is not a year that you'd want to live in. The air is hardly breathable and most everyone will not survive much longer. The medical staff tells them that the entire population should cease to exist in about two years or less. That's the human race as we know it. Kate had been one of the elite. She and her crew of four other women had always received the best medicine, the best quarters, and always had the best food to eat and clothes to wear. But she herself was slowly dying due to the current condition of the remaining breathable air. Being here made her sterile. Due to the other environmental issues she no longer had the ability to give any man a child because she was born this way. This is what she hated the most because she longed to be a mother one day. She knew it was impossible but she never gave up hope that maybe one day...
Present day...
United flight thirty-five an Airbus 380 was on final approach to MSP (Minneapolis/St. Paul International) heading in from the West at an altitude of 4300 feet and had contacted the tower for landing instructions.
Delta flight eight eighty heavy, a Boeing 777 was also approaching from the West at the altitude of 4900 feet and descending quickly.
Don Jans was tired and it showed. He pinched his fingers together at the ridge on the top of his nose to ward off a pounding headache that was now becoming a lot stronger behind his eyes. He was one of three air traffic controllers that were working all the commercial flights in and out of MSP and the private planes as well. They were all tired and they just now started their twelfth hour on duty no amount of coffee would help him now. Looking at his screen he instructed the United flight to turn left and descend to 3000 feet. Delta 880 asked for landing instructions too and Jams had located him on the screen in front of him giving him the exact same coordinates for landing as he gave United 35 completely forgetting about the present location of United 35.
The pilot of United 35 flew the plane knowing that they'd be on the ground in the next ten minutes. Flying from Miami was the end of his run for the day soon he'd be at home hoisting a cold one. Proximity alarms started to sound in the cockpit of United 35. "Collision Alert, Collision Alert" The co-pilot looked out the window just past the pilot and noticed the landing gear of a Boeing 777 passing the side of their plane.
"Don, go down, down now!"
"Jesus Christ, we hit him." Don responded to his co-pilot.
"Minneapolis Center this is United 35, we are declaring an emergency we hit another aircraft. It looked like a triple seven…"
The navigator told him that number three and four engines were shutting down and he was cutting fuel to those engines.
"Minneapolis we're going down! I repeat we're going down!"
"God how much of the wing is left?" The co-pilot asked because they were starting to dive almost straight down.
"Dave, go back and see what we have left of the wing."
"Okay." The navigator removed his headset and got up to head back to the cabin. When he got there, he noticed something that was not right. All the passengers looked like they were already dead. Burned to be exact. He turned and ran back to the cockpit and by the time he was able to report only the worst of what he has seen, the plane hit the ground and broke into three main pieces exploding on impact.
After Delta flight 880 collided with United 35, the impact had torn the starboard engine from the wing and the pilot had no way to stop the thrust from the port engine causing them to spin and then barrel roll into a cornfield close to the interstate. Somehow the pilot was able to get his craft level before the final impact.
Continue? Thoughts?
A/N: This is based on the book of the same title. there will be a lot of confusing parts of this story and I hope that I can pull this off. Updates will be weekly on Sundays 0700 EST.