The sight on that beach will haunt me forever. The bodies flocked far and wide, it was like a warzone out there. The plane was scattered along the rocky cliffs of the beach. As the waves rolled up the beach, more bodies became visible. The sun was burning high in the sky and the rescue workers and reporters began to tire out. The cliffs towered down as the sand burned our bruised and blistered feet. We didn’t expect to find anything, not a sole.
Every sole from Flight C-11578 was now lying on the beach, motionless, with us. It was a strange sight seeing lifeless people being tossed in the waves. No one was injured, at least not externally. All I wanted to do was find someone, something, get a story, and leave this horrid place. I searched for hours through the wreckage, desperately looking to find a breathing sole. I was there for as long as possible. The television crews had left as well as the rescue team had.
As the sun began to set, I thought to myself there’s no hope, then I heard a cry.
I couldn’t tell exactly where it came from, so I yelled, “Hello?” in desperation. No response. “Hello, Is there anybody there?” again, no reply. I yelled again, with more voice, so that it echoed throughout the beach. Then I saw her. Lying beneath the wreckage of the aircraft, only her bland poor arm was exposed, she was waving it around in desperation, knowing that was her only chance of survival.
I looked around for someone to help, but everyone had dispersed. I whipped out my phone and called the only person I knew that could help. Mike. My brother would do anything to help me get a story, to help me further my failing career. “Mike! I need your help!” I yelled into the phone. “Avery, what’s wrong, talk to me?” he replied. “Did you hear about the crash Mike!?” “Yes, I heard. I don’t live under a rock!” “I found someone, I need your help, she’s stuck underneath the tail section of the plane. I don’t know what to do, everyone left hours ago. I can’t get her out solely, can you please call for help, please?” “First off Avery, you need to relax. You freaking out isn’t going to fix a thing. I’ll call for help as soon as we hang up. The cliff is way too steep to drive down, how did you get there?” “I walked down with the rescue team, they let me through the caution tape. That’s not important now! We need to get her out.” “Yes. We need to get help down there. I’ll call the coastguard as soon as we hang up. Is there any way a helicopter could land on the beach or near?” “No there’s no room to land, the beach is scattered with bodies. It’s a horrible sight I need to help this girl and get out as soon as possible. I’m scared.” “Ok, I’ll look into it. I will get help as soon and as fast as possible.
Do not leave her side, keep her talking, ask her questions, and let her know everything is going to be ok. Make sure she does not fall unconscious.” “Okay, but please get to the bottom of this, it could be huge and could save my career. We got to the hospital in mere minutes, she was immediately rushed into the ICU. She didn’t appear to be seriously injured, a couple of scrapes and bruises on the torso but that’s all. It bothered me how no one was hurt, something was off but I couldn’t quite put my nose on it. I was dying for an interview and was told id be there first to get it after a few more tests. I walked into Elizabeth’s room, she was lying on her side facing away from me. I gently touched her arm trying to wake her up, she turned over and let out a soft quiet “Hello?” Her eyes slowly opened, as she saw me she jumped back on the bed and clenched her chest. She went through something major aboard that plane, I was so intrigued, that I wanted to know what happened. “Hey Liz, how’s it going,” I asked softly. She looked at me silently and confused. “I’m doing well,” she replied.
“Why do they keep running tests on me? I demand to know where I am and how I got here. Who are you? I need to get on a plane. I need to see my mother.” Her tone went from frightened to angry very fast.” “You aboard flight C-11578 to Jordan, do you remember that?” “No, I need to get on it, my mothers waiting for me. She’s probably worried sick, I need to see her. Where am I?” Asked Elizabeth “You in the hospital in Cyprus.” Said I She looked at me confused and scared. As the interview went on it was clear that she had no recollection of the flight. Liz couldn’t remember a single thing after falling asleep at the airport. I needed to know what happened aboard flight C-11578. I talked to the medical examiner that was doing a test on Liz, he explained to me that this is common after a series of shocking events. He reassured me that she’d get her memory back of the flight in a couple of days.
All I could do was sit and be patient. This made me even more curious about what happened, I need to know answers immediately so I called Mike that night. Mike explained to me the weird occurrence he found on the black box of flight C-11578. He explained to me that “after the usual Hellos of the pilot and co-pilot, halfway through their sentence it falls off. Then suddenly you hear the co-pilot ask the pilot what’s wrong. He had panic in his voice. After this, he falls quiet himself and the plane begins to fall out of the sky.” I was amazed, and it made me even more intrigued by the story. “Thank you, Tom, keep working,” I said. “Keep me informed!” “I will, I’ll call you whenever I hear more.” I sat down and slipped my phone back into my pocket. I could tell this was something special and I need to know more. Three days passed from that phone call and I finally got my second interview. This time it was at a coffee shop away from the hustle and bustle of the hospital. She explained to me that as they passed out drinks one by one people began to fall asleep, she thought nothing of it at the time but now realizes what had happened. “I believe they put a chemical agent in are drinks making it so we have no recollection of how or why the plane went down.” I knew at that moment that I had my news story.