Sawyer ran to the other end of the beach. He saw the smoke rising soon after hearing an explosion. After the explosion, there was nothing but silence. Sawyer kept running desperate to find the plane. Thoughts of an intact radio were now erased form his mind, but there still could be survivors, and those could be helpful too. Minutes later, he saw the outlining of a plane. I wasn't very big. It almost looked like a leer jet or cesna. He hurried over to it only to see a man pulling himself from the wreckage. He had shoulder length, curly, brown hair, and side burns. He wore a white T-shirt with something on it, but it was too scorched to tell.
"Hey!" Sawyer shouted to him.
The man turned, startled, then his face turned to determination. "Help! We've got a girl stuck inside...the others are dead."
Sawyer ran over to assist. He had no clue why he was helping total strangers, he wasn't the type, but the island had taught him a thing or two. "Where is she?" He asked as they peered into the plane.
"Middle row, window seat." The man told him.
Sawyer slid into the burning plane, thankful that the flames hadn't reached the cabin yet. Inside, he could hear a girl coughing. "Hey, hey kid! Where are you?" Sawyer shouted through the smoke.
"Here," said a voice in a faint whisper. Sawyer crawled towards it and when he reached the seat, he turned around to see how he could get her out. Bodies littered the floor of the plane, and the walls were starting to heat up around them. The flames licked the wings outside.
Sawyer turned to look at the girl, "Damn." He simply stated. She was bleeding from the temple of her forehead. He left arm was cut up bad along with her right leg. She breathed really shallow, and when she heard Sawyer, she just turned her head slowly, then passed out.
Sawyer grabbed her, but gently, and eased her to the aisle. Her seat belt had snapped, so he didn't have to worry about that. Slowly, carefully, he dragged her to the opening of the plane. "Hey, grab her arms. Careful now." Sawyer told the man who gasped at the sight of her. They got her dragged out, and they kept her on the sand. She didn't move, and they could barely see the rise and fall of her chest.
"Is she?"
"She's alive, but barely." Sawyer bent down and picked her up in his arms, "Come on, we have to get her back to the camp."
Without questions asked, the man followed.
