Kiia slowly worked her way through the plane sometimes turning over a less burned looking person to see if there was still a trace of life left in anyone. It was strange how she wasn't too bothered with the sight, she thought. Their soulless bodies didn't really remind her of the walking humans that they had been. It seemed as if she was walking through a movie scene, and she almost expected to hear someone yell 'cut', after which people would come out to rearrange the dolls. Then suddenly she saw something interesting. Laying on the ground was a crutch. As she tried to recall the boarding, she remembered a young boy that stumbled inside of the plane, supported on one like this one. She wondered if it was the same. The boy, she didnt think she had seen him, but the chance that he survived... She sighed and took the crutch. Walking was a lot easier now, and she quickly made her way further inside of the plane. Here the fire had already burned, and everything had turned black. She bended over to throw up when the smell of burned flesh reached her. She couldn't go further, nobody would be alive in here anyway. Without looking back she turned around and fleed the plane as fast as she could. As she hurried outside she looked if she could see the other girl around. They should start on a shelter as soon as possible, it was still light, but it wouldn't be long before the sun would start to set.