Day 1 – Tormented
Michonne, Carl, and Rick all slowly move to their feet as thick rain water stabs their expose flesh with needle like stings. Another clap of thunder sounds above them, lightening follows a few seconds later illuminating the scene before them, the destruction of Flight 1023.
One third of the Boeing 737-900 is aflame, melting, and crumbling into the massive boulders of the jagged shore that thrusts into the ocean. Flames from the burning plane illuminates the dark skies of the storm. Further out into the horizon jetting out the dark waters another part of the plane vertically bobs and sinks into the raging waters.
Against the howls of the wind and thunder of the skies, screams and cries of people fill the air. Thrashing bodies fight the wrath of the ocean for their freedom. Rick's, Michonne's, and Carl's eyes goes to a fiery silhouette of a man; he screams with arms waving wildly as he jump from the section of the burning plane.
Michonne gasp as the man crash against the rocky boulder before plummeting into the pounding waves. Rick pulls Carl to him and covers his eyes, the young boy hugs his father a moment before returning his eyes to the scene of death and destruction before them. Several more bodies litter the boulders of the rocky shore, some move slowly against the glistening wet surface while others lay dangerously still.
The middle section of the plane violently floats in the wildly pulsing water about half a mile from shore, several figures scream as they stand on the wing of the plane. The roof riven open as if a fragile egg still smoldering in the heavy rain.
Bellowing above them thunder and lightning continues its dance of torture, sheets of rain pours from the heaven blinding and drowning the living as the ocean tries to swallow it's victim whole. A large wave rises from the horizon and hurtles toward the shore swallowing all that lay in its wake; the winged section of the plane rises with the wave moving towards the shore before being yank away from the land with the residing wave. The people who were once standing on the outstretch wing are inhaled by the ocean's embrace.
Their eyes find each other and at once Michonne and Rick race in the raging storm towards the tormented ocean. Carl falls in step with them trying to keep up, near the edge of the shore Rick pulls up short and turns to the boy.
"Stay here!"
"Dad! I can help!"
"You almo-" Rick cuts himself off, "You're not one hundred percent! I need you to stay on shore."
"I'm a good swimmer, I can help!"
"Carl!"
"Dad, please let me help."
"Look," Michonne says stepping up between father and son, she points along the shore line and their eyes follow. There several bodies litter along the shore, some further up on the beach away from the pounding waves of the ocean and others at the edge, half on land and half in the ocean.
"Pull the people away from the water, try to move them further up on the beach," Michonne instructs, "Your father and I will try to get the people in the water and pull them to shore. It is your job to pull them away from the water and further up on the beach. Can you do that?"
"Yea… I can."
"Good!" Michonne says lowering herself to him, "Don't get in the water pass your waist, the current is strong."
Carl stares into Michonne's brown eyes and nod, "Okay."
"If you get tired, stop and rest."
Carl looks over to his father and nods; he then turns running through the heavy rain towards the first person laying at the cusp of the ocean and shore.
Rick and Michonne continues into the tormented ocean as they wade into the cold water, he turns to her with his blue eyes boring into hers, "Thank you for that."
"He reminds me of my son, he just wants to help."
His eyes goes to Carl as he helps a boy around his age up the beach. He brings his eyes back to Michonne, "If you get tired, stop and rest."
She stares into his eyes glowing bright even in the midst of the storm, she nods repeating the same to him, "If you get tired, stop and rest."
Rick nods at her, a small smirk plays at the corner of his lips.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
Simultaneously they dive head first into the freezing water.