Ana POV

The strong winds of the storm took hold of the aircraft. This could not possibly be really happening I thought. This must be some kind of a nightmare, the kind you wake up from with cold sweats. At any moment I would be greeted by the warmth of my bed and the softness of my pillow. I blinked once then again thinking that was the key to waking myself up. The plane continued to rock violently from side to side as the storm gained intensity. We had gone over emergency procedures time and time again in ground school but nothing prepared me for the sheer mind numbing terror that I felt in that moment. My breathing became quick short gasps as my anxiety took over my bodily processes. My stomach turned into knots over and over as the plane shot down through the sky. My mind was screaming but the words would not come out. The voice inside of my head was screaming "YOUR GOING TO DIE" over and over like a broken record.

I looked at the navigation screen in front of me. I detected a wide open field just over a vast, thick spruce forest no more than 500 meters away. Rain turned to hail as I struggled to steady the plane's descent. I was no longer consciously in control. The planes metal gears squealed in response to the rain that seemed to be coming down harder and harder. I dodged a tall tree narrowly as I braved the rocky turbulence of the force of the storm. If I was in any pain I could not feel it. I felt drugged my nerves seemed like they were on a completely different consciousness. My mind seemed to separate from my body and for a moment I felt as though I was on the outside looking in. I struggled to regain control of my body, focusing on clearing the loud screams that radiated through my head. If there was a small possibility of survival I was in complete control of it. I felt my heart beating so hard that it might burst from my chest. Taking a deep breath I pushed all my distressing thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on landing the plane. Landing a plane was something that I had done so many times in the past that it had begun to feel like riding a back hard on the wheel as I prepared to land the plane .The ground drew closer with every second. Now I could see an old country road with tree roots and rocks spread across my path. I saw the trees swaying back and forth with little to no pattern like they were being hit on all sides. Was this was how things would end, my whole life gone in a flash. The nose of the plane dove fast towards the surface. I pointed the steering wheel towards the open field. As the field became larger and larger I could see that despite the overwhelming commotion I had at least gotten the plane pointed in the right direction. I pulled back hard trying to pull the nose up so that the wheels would touch down on the ground. The plane might break in half and we could both die but that didn't stop me from putting every ounce of energy and strength into bringing the plane to the ground as safety as I could. The plane hit the ground hard with a sharp THUNK. The force threw my body around the seat like a rag doll. I pressed hard on the brakes as the plane glided through the field plowing through bushes and small trees. The plane decelerated going slower and slower till it came to a complete stop.

I waited for the plane to come to a complete stop to take another breath. I just stood there, frozen unable to move. I was not dead which was surprising. Traumatized but not dead. I turned my head to the passenger seat. Christian was lying there is a crumpled heap. I nudged his shoulder to see if I could rouse him. His body lay motionless. His head on the dash. He was either knocked out or dead. I sat completely still searching for movement from his torso. His breathing was shallow but it was there. I shifted my concentration to my own body by moving each appendage slowly to see if they were broken or paralyzed. My breathing felt laboured as though my body had forgotten how to do it. I turned my body to face Christian, other than a mild amount of muscle soreness I felt fine. I could feel the tips of my fingers and the toes on my feet which seemed like a little victory. I continued to give Christian hard nudges, with little response. I put my hands on the door handle to the plane to see if it would open. It would open but the force of the wind and rain caused enough resistance to keep me inside the plane. The storm was still roaring outside. Every part of me wanted to get out of the plane but being inside the was going to keep both Christian and I safe for now. I curled up close to Christian resting my head close to his. The adrenaline was slowly dissipating from my body leaving me with fatigue.

Christian POV

I woke up dazed and confused with a splitting headache. I lifted my head from the dash my vision vision blurry. I squinted trying to make out my immediate surrounding. Ana was no longer in the pilot's seat. The door on the pilot's side was wide open revealing a large green field surrounded by forest and vegetation.

"Christian" I heard Ana call

"Christian" She called again her voice much closer.

"What?" I growled holding my head for support.

"Can you tell me your name?" She asked.

"Christian." I said

"What day is it?" She asked her voice even closer

"June 10" I said rubbing the back of my head.

"Can you see me?" She asked popping her head through the open door.

"Yes" I replied.

My head throbbed with every movement and breath I took. I moved each limb slowly to check for broken limbs. I didn't have any visible injuries on my arms and legs, but, moving my arms and legs brought on soreness that emulated muscle fatigue from a grueling workout. My head was the only part of my body that throbbed with sharp pain, making it hard to focus. They seemed to go blurry without conscious thought. I opened the door to the plane lifting my foot one at a time and dangling them outside the plane. I lowered my body to the ground placing my feet on the soft, wet grass.

"Do you need some help?" Ana asked scurrying over to me

"I'm sore but I should be fine" I grumbled

"We'll see!" She answered skeptically

I put my full weight into my legs nearly loosing strength in my legs, narrowly catching myself before I fell to my knees.

"Oh Shit!" I cried

"It's OK. My legs felt like jelly too when I climbed out of the plane." Ana assured me

I hobbled slowly away from the plane trying to assess the situation. The plane had clearly sustained a large amount of damages. The metal frame had large dents from the hail. The tail had broken off and was lying in a crumpled heap beside the plane. The wings were bent in an awkward crooked way. I was sure that this plane would never fly again.

"Am I dreaming?" I said staring at the sky in a daze

"I wish we were Christian" Ana said "I'm so sorry that I destroyed your plane. If we ever get out of this I promise to make it up to you somehow"

"I'm not concerned about the plane Ana." I stated

"I can buy another one if I need to" I said
"I made a flight plan. When we don't arrive to our destination they'll come looking for us." she assured me

"That's going to take a while though. We could be stuck here for a while waiting to be rescued." I exclaimed

FUCK! FUCK!

"I guess we wait then." I declared