Plane Crash Lord Of The Flies の小説・ストーリー

Isabella and Sofia were waiting for me, and I couldn't let anything stand in my way. The plane continued to jostle and sway as the pilot searched for a suitable landing spot. The rain pounded against the windows, obscuring my view of the ground below. Each jolt of turbulence sent a surge of adrenaline through my veins, but I forced myself to remain calm. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pilot spotted a clearing amidst the storm. With steady hands, he maneuvered the plane towards it, fighting against the powerful gusts of wind. The plane descended rapidly, and my stomach lurched as we approached the ground. The wheels touched down with a jolt, causing the plane to skid along the

“Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm and fasten your seatbelts. We are experiencing unexpected ... His voice cut off, and suddenly, the plane dropped. Screams erupted instantly. Liam grabbed my hand tight, desperate. It was nothing like the playful grip from moments ago. Mom clutched the armrest, her eyes wide, searching for Dad. He was awake now, fear stripping the sleep from his face. The lights flickered once. Twice. Then darkness swallowed everything. For a breathless moment, the plane felt weightless, suspended in a nightmare where even gravity seemed confused. My head began to spin , and I couldn’t breathe. Someone behind us prayed loudly. Someone else cried for their child. An ex

Carl screamed and the jumped down the plane Jayden followed suit, and they say the plane blow up right above them. The wind was so much, but Melanie tried as much as she could to hold Carl firmly. The plane was scattering right above them. A part of the plan came falling in their direction and a large part knocked Carl on his head, his hand slipped from Melanie, the wind moved another part of the plane in her direction and it hit her back. “Carlllllllll” Melanie screamed, she opened up her parachute and soon landed on the water.

The moment he saw me, it was as if something came back to life in his dead, red-rimmed eyes. Then, in a blur, he ran toward me. His security team rushed to keep up, but in the chaos of the crowd, hardly anyone seemed to notice. Before I could react, I was crushed into his ice-cold embrace. My heartbeat, steady even during the near-death experience on the plane, suddenly went wild. I had survived a plane crash, but at this moment, I felt like I might actually drop dead. And then, wrapped in his freezing arms, I blacked out.

"Did you mess with the evidence?" Steve smirked. "I saw a plane crash on my land. Figured I’d check if anyone needed help. You know, patriotism and all that." He shrugged. "But by the time I got here last night, there was already a mess. Freaking wolves—guts everywhere." The agents exchanged a look. Nervous. Edgy. Bingo. "It was a transport plane," the younger one finally said, voice strained. "Carrying wolves to a zoo. It fell out of the sky, that’s all."

My heart pounded as I struggled, the plane lurching again and throwing us all to the side. The vampire’s claws grazed my neck, and I screamed. Suddenly, a rush of crimson fog flooded the cockpit, wrapping around the vampires and dragging them away from me. "Stay down!" River’s voice cut through the chaos as he appeared in the doorway, his eyes glowing with fury. The fog constricted, and the vampires dissolved into ash. But there was no time to celebrate. The plane jolted violently, the engines sputtering and groaning. "River! The plane—" I screamed, clutching the wall for support.

Marcus. Mr. Marcus was startled, quickly maneuvering the aircraft to evade. He knew the rocket would come back around. He immediately opened the cockpit door, the wind roaring, sand swirling in, stinging their eyes. That's when Jessica really got scared. This wasn't jumping a bike, or even a car. It was jumping from a plane... at such a high speed. Would she end up as a pancake? Mr. Marcus pursed his lips, released the parachute, and in the darkness, his eyes shone ominously. The plane had circled back from behind; the two aircraft were now facing each other, their faces clearly visible. Mr. Marcus snapped his fingers at the other pilot.

No cold memories. Only a quiet darkness and the faint scent of blossoms. Just before landing, I woke up. Jade was looking at me. The light from the window fell softly across her face, and in her eyes I could see a small, peaceful reflection of myself. "We're almost there, Julian," she said gently, taking my hand. "We're going home." "Mm," I replied, lacing my fingers through hers. The plane broke through the clouds and descended steadily toward Northspire Bay, glittering like a field of stars beneath the night sky.

Twenty. The nose of the aircraft breached the soft, marshy reeds at the edge of Lake Magadi. The front gear sank deep into the mud, jerking the massive plane hard to a halt. Silence slammed down on the cargo hold, broken only by the hiss of dying alternators and the heavy, ragged breathing of six hundred terrified survivors. They had stopped. Baraka dropped to his knees on the edge of the cargo ramp, his arms trembling, sweat pouring down his face, completely coated in red dust. He looked out at the massive trench he had carved into the earth.

Nick's brows drew tight as he faced the pilot. Cold sweat poured down the man's face, his hands trembling on the controls. "I can't hold it! The plane's going down—we're about to crash!" Crash. The word stole the air from my lungs. If the plane went down... no one would survive. Not me, not Nick, not anyone on board. Wolves could run across mountains and forests, but in the sky—we were helpless. My body shook, panic threatening to consume me. I turned to Nick, desperate.