[i]"Its your fault! You always gallivanting across the damn globe, leaving him alone!He only did this to impress you, because he loved you more than any of us! This is all your faul-"
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Charlotte Summers jolted awake. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know what had happened. All she knew is that her whole bloody body ached. Her vision focused and she blinked a few times. She was looking down at a half submerged plane. It was unbelievably cold, and she shivered as a northern wind swept through the aircraft. Charlotte looked down at her body and found that she was latched to her seat, held up by it, acting against gravity. Her body and head ached the worst and as she touched her temple with her finger, she saw blood. Her clothes were relatively untouched, ripped in a few places but other than that they were fine. It was only now that she realized what had happened and as she looked around the plane, she became increasingly horrified. Bodies, all the passengers. Corpses were strewn about, seats ripped, necks broken, luggage peppered the scene.

Charlotte grunted and fumbled with her emergency latch. Her hands were shaking and it took her over ten seconds to undo it. She jerked forward and hit the seat in front of her, gravity kicking into effect. She was breathing heavily as she looked around, her head throbbing. How had this happened. She struggled to her feet, not helped by her business heels and looked around the plane. She noticed that the back half was gone and the cockpit was completely submerged, a pilot's crumpled form blocking the doorway. The archaeologist rested her head on the back of the seat in front of her as she panted, her whole body shaking.

[i]'Get it together, Charlotte. Don't panic. You've been in sketchy situations before, just keep your head.'[/i]

But then again, this situation could be described as a lot more than 'sketchy'. Charlotte looked over to where her luggage was sitting and it seemed it had stayed in the compartment during the crash. She struggled over to the compartment, fighting the slanted footing and opened the door, ripping out the bag and letting it fall to the floor. Maybe she had something that could help her. As she dug through the bag, she gasped as she saw them. The syringes. She had almost forgot. She stared at them for a moment before searching through the rest of the bag. No doubt the change of clothes will be welcome, plus they could be used for bandages or bedding. The rest, she wasn't so sure, but it couldn't hurt to take the whole bag. Charlotte zipped it up and stood up once again, looking around the plane for the third time. Her eyes fell on the cockpit and the thought dawned on her. 

[i]'The cockpit will most likely have first aid and emergency supplies, as well as other areas of the plane.'[/i]

Charlotte shivered, a stronger wind blowing through. She realized how cold it really was. She would die if she ventured into the cockpit at this temperature, with the water as deep as it was. She sighed as she dragged her hands across her face. Her head snapped to the right as she heard a groan. Someone was alive! She made her way towards the noise and spotted a stewardess, a young woman, possibly younger than Charlotte. She quickly rushed to her and searched her over for wounds or significant injuries. She shook the woman lightly saying [b]"Oi, are you okay?"[/b]

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