The Bermudas

Part 2

by Rondabunny

Tail part of the plane:

Chase was the first who regained consciousness. He opened eyes and couldn't believe the view. Deformed piled metal was in front of him together with several passenger seats, which were smashed by the warped metal. Blood travelled its way down the pieces of hull. The hole that was visible in the forebody was blocked here by pieces of the plane, dead bodies and cracked seats. The view was horrifying. The passenger on his left side was dead. He looked at the woman on his right side and sighed. Cameron was alive but the window at her side was broken. The warped metal wrapped her and pushed her deeper in the seat. The armrest didn't move. It was stuck. She breathed hardly. Chase unfastened his seatbelt as fast as he could and started to gently wake Cameron. Within few seconds she looked into his eyes. Her right arm was scratched by the metal and the hull on her right was bent inwards into the cabin. She was stuck in a circle between the hull and the armrest. Two ribs on her right side were broken. She felt pain. Other parts of the body weren't damaged. Chase took away the pieces of metal that covered his former wife and shook the glass from her head.

"Did the plane crash down?" Dr. Cameron asked trying to move and cried with pain.

"What? Are you hurt?" Fear expressed on his face.

"Don't know, maybe some ribs are broken." She hissed.

He tried to move the armrest to set her free but he pushed and pulled it in vain. It didn't move.

They heard a harrowing cry.

"No, No! Taub, no! You can't die!" Thirteen was making CPR to bring dead Taub to life. Chase made his way to her but he saw a strange man, who pulled her from Taub's dead body.

"You can't help him. He's dead." The man said trying to calm her down.

"He can't be! This is not right. He was sitting on my place, I had to be dead instead of him," she cried on stranger's shoulder.

Chase approached them and closed Taub's eyes: "Thirteen, you can't do anything about it. Everyone here is dead, except us." He looked at a blond woman standing next tothe man.

"Jack Mors," man shook hands with Chase. "This is my sister Sharon."

"Robert Chase." Chase shook man's hand.

"Remy Hadley," Thirteen wiped tears from her face. "I'm sorry." She apologized to the man.

"Can you help me? My wife stuck in her seat. I cannot move the armrest to release her," Chase told them and they went to Cameron.

"Let's move this man from the seat," Jack suggested for them to get closer to Cameron.

"Taub's dead?" Cameron looked at Thirteen. Remy nodded. "I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault." Alison told the woman.

Chase and Jack moved the body from the seat and Thirteen came closer to watch Cameron.

"Your arm is bleeding," she noticed. Remy took a handkerchief from the pocket, rolled it and tied it up on Alison's arm to stop the bleeding. "I'll go find something to bandage you," she said and went to find an aid kit or anything that could help.

"Maybe we can move these seat aside to make the passage wider to get to Alison," Chase told the man and they began to push the seats aside. The problem was that people beside their row were dead and they couldn't push the seat as far as they wanted. While men got the dead bodies from the behind row and put them down on the floor, Sharon introduced herself to Alison.

Sharon was a woman of Cuddy's age. She was elder than her brother. Cameron found out that she was a painter. They went on a holiday to France. The woman was horrified to see dead children in the cabin. Nobody understood what had happened and where they were. All they had to do right now was to release Cameron from her prison.

Thirteen came with a small aid kit which she has found in someone's satchel. She disinfected the wound and bandaged her friend's arm. Chase and Jack managed to push the seats a little bit aside but none of them could move the armrest or move Cameron's seat aside. It seized up.

"We can find a piece of a tube or a stick to use it as a lever and to break the damn armrest," Jack suggested.

"No, we can't. It's too close to her ribs. Look, she nearly leans on it. We push it up and damage her," Chase explained.

"What about a rope?" Thirteen thought aloud. "We can bind it to the armrest and maybe four people can move it aside by pulling the rope."

"It may work." Chase agreed.

They searched for the rope but couldn't find one. Sharon suggested making it from clothes. They found knives. They cut jeans from several passengers and made a rope. It was long enough for four of them to grip it. They stood in passage between the rows with dead bodies. There wasn't too much space. The rope made an angle with the armrest but they pulled with all their might and the armrest broke down. Cameron breathed deeply and felt an acute pain in her right side. Chase gently helped her to get out from the warped metal. She hissed with pain pressing her right hand closer to her right side. Her leg was bleeding. It was nothing but a deep cut maybe from metal. Chase examined her chest and abdomen. Thirteen took care of Cameron's leg. She gave Alison an anesthetic and put five stitches on her leg. Two ribs were broken but it was a subcutaneous fracture. Without X-ray Chase couldn't say exactly how bad she was damaged. The only thing he could do, was to put her in a spinal support to protect her lungs from damage. He hadn't a spinal support. Together with Thirteen they improvised and made a spinal support from the things they had in the plane. Cameron was safe.

Now they had another problem. The electricity was down and the door was blocked. They couldn't get out of the plane.

To be continued…

I hate Foreman and Taub, so I killed them. I apologize.