As I slowly regain my consciousness, the first thing that triggered in my mind "is I am dead?"
I could not feel, hear, or see anything. It was like my whole body was numb. I could not open my eyes or move my body but my ears were ringing.
I remember the moment that the plane hit the surface of the water and the passenger erupted into chaos. Voice rose in curse and scream of panic. Pulling their kids closer to them, as the father placed their protective arm around their family. I remember us descending deeper into the ocean. My chest was tightening at the pressure from the depth. The metal was folding like a tin can as we descended deeper. I remember my head being squeezed harder and harder until I finally lost consciousness.
The spring finally stopped as I started to hear her voice. I was starting to get my hearing back.
".....be certain. "My ears were ringing. Someone was talking and I don't know who. My hearing was still a little weak so I could not point out if it is a girl or boy.
There is something else that I have seen in a movie called Atlantis!
So," the thought of mine being certain"?
"I am Atlas's. Stone was glowing brighter than the others. It is not a mistake," said another voice.
"...Haver ever seen a surface dweller with much concentration"?
My other sense was starting to come back. My sense of smell came next. A putrid smell entered my nostrils. It was the stench of blood and it was strong.
My body began to stare at the unwanted smell that was suffocating me. I started to cough. I was aching all over my body as if I were covered in bruises.
'"she's waking up".
I started to open my eyes and wish I hadn't. What I saw before me was a nightmare. The plane surface was like a wrinkled aluminum foil. Lights dangled and flickered like those in horror movies. TV and speakers crashed and cracked on the floor. Wires hanged from the ceiling like junkets, jungle vines.
But that was not the worst of it.
Along the walls were splatters of blood and, dare I say it, guts and things that make a human. Their heads were crashed like cans, their chest pressed tightly to their rib cage so tightly you can see the bone poking out. You can hear their moans of anguish and chokes as life was then taken away from them.
My hand flew to my mouth to cover my nose. I tried to lean down but was held back because of the seat belt. My fingers fumbled over the belt blindly as I tried to locate the release button. My breath quickened. The longer I fumbled with the belt, the more I felt like drowning.
Bile rose up from my throat, and I lean down again to throw up.
I wiped my mouth and then started to check up on myself. Arms, legs, body, and my head were covered in sprays of blood that I was sure weren't mine but I was already safe for some bruises and a few scratches. I still have my blood, and it doesn't seem crumpled like the other unfortunate passengers. Guilt started to wash over me at the sudden sensation of relief at being alive and not ending up like the others.
The faint whimper at my side made me look up. Geeta sat beside me. She was alive and not looking like a prune. I saw her hands fly to her belly and she began to shove harder and harder until I realized something. The bump on her belly was gone, and blood was rushing between her legs.
In that moment I momentarily forgot my distress and nausea as I reached out for her as much as I could with trembling arms. "Gi... Geeta?", my voice was hushed by the whisper.
Geeta turned her head to me. Her face smeared with blood as she cries. "I-I. can't feel him anymore, she said in between sobs, and then she started to weep again.
Let out a curse and grab her hand, squeezing it tightly as I call for help. "Someone?! anyone, please help!!" I know it was useless. Everyone in the place seemed dead or far too hard to move.
No one seemed to answer my cries for help as I gripped on to Geeta but after a few moments a blinding blue light shone at Geeta's other side. I could not see the person standing before us because of the light but he started to reach out and release us from our seat belts. "
"Deepak, I need help here. The man called and suddenly I could see another figure joining him.
One of them reached for Geeta and the other to me. They held us on our feet and studied us. They started to lead us somewhere in which I desperately hoped was an exit. Geeta and the guy Deepak were walking ahead of us. I could just make out her showing figure from the blue light.
My foot stepped on something soft and sluggish. It took the moment I press my full weight on it. I was about to look down to see what I must have stepped on when hands covered my line of sight. "Don't look," the man whispered in my ear and for some reason I didn't argue.
His hands were still covering my eyes as we walked in a slow pace. My nose picked up stronger scents of blood and I was glad that my eyes were covered. I felt small puddles as we walked and couldn't help but wonder if it's water or blood that I'm stepping on.
Soon the man took his hands from my eyes and I was blinded by white light. I squinted my eyes to adjust, and I could just make out a few figures lying on the floor in a sitting position.
When my eyes finally adjusted, I could see that we were out of the plane and into some sort of white room. Just outside of the breached plane lies a few of the survivors, who all mirrored shock, horror, and grim face. ; All bodied from top to toe and smudging the white clothes with red
standing beside the grieving passenger are men and women in a gray fitted suit. All have white ears and alert posture as they brought survivors out of the wreckage.
"There's another one!". I heard someone yelled.
"I have one too", the man beside me announced.
I saw Geeta sitting a few metres from me. With weak knees I was able to make my way to her. She was shaking. One of the men in suit handed a towel to wipe herself off. I took it off. I saw Geeta sitting a few meters from me. With weak knees, I was able to make my way to her. She was shaking. One of the men in suit handed us towel to wipe ourselves off. I took it and started to wipe myself and Geeta cleaned, but it wasn't enough to drive off the smell.
Slightly surprised I caught the chance to move as I am doing now despite the things I have seen a while back. Slightly surprised where I caught the chance to move as I am doing now, despite the things I have seen a while back. Perhaps seeing the same look on Geeta must have driven me on autopilot.
"This isn't happening!!" Someone healed from the survivors of the people in grey. A man in his thirties with a bloodied face was embracing a little girl as they cried. "My wife, .... she's..."he was unable to continue. I suddenly remember the thing I have seen back at the plane and felt another wave of nausea.
I totally shocked my head at the truth. I don't want to remember the mind of what I could have been back there.
Footsteps echoed in the room, and I looked up to see a woman standing in front of all the other survivors. My blood ran cold when I realized it was Jennifer, the stewardess of the plane, but she somehow looked different. Of her uniform she was wearing her eye is the same shade of ruby but her hair, instead of black, is not white, which is now tied into a honey ponytail. There was a smirk on her lips as she watched the survivors before her.
"Everyone, may I please have your attention? "She called out. All lifeless eyes were trained on her as she continued, "I know all of you must be scared and traumatized by what you have seen. There are only 23 of you here who survived and I am guessing some of you may be wondering why you are here alive while the others are dead." Others might also wonder where you are and why you are here. Her eyes were looking at all of us before she continued: "Well for starters we are deep in the Indian Ocean, more than 10,000 meters under. If you would like us to be specific, we are in Lemuria."
Lumora!