Ben
Rain, wind, cold… it’d sure be nice to be near some nice fire. Ben tucked his duster on tighter, wishing he had not lost his hat, but the hat would have done little against the cold. Debris, broken trees, and smoke showed the way to the crash site. It didn’t look good, and all was rather lonely, but then there were some signs of life.
Upon seeing survivors of the crash, Ben jogged, then ran, panting and shivering, white breath thick in the air. Upon reaching the outskirts of the crash site, Ben stopped, still panting, and looked around. Some people sat here and there, frightened and shivering, but out of over two hundred passengers, well, either most died in the crash, or were still trapped inside.
“And we were just four hours to Vespania…” Ben mumbled to himself, then approached the largest chunk of the airship, hoping that the damn craft would not explode. At least drunkenness dulled fear.
“Hey! We gotta help dem folks trapped inside! Let’s go!” Ben shouted while waving an arm, trying to get the attention of as many people as possible. He did not know where to go, or what to do, but he had to try something.
The ship had tilted significantly, so maybe he could find a way to climb into the torn vessel? He decided to check out the rear half, seeing as that’s what he had seen first, but was too drunk to fully comprehend everything going on. He just knew he had to try something, so scanned the rear half again, then turned to face the pockets of people.
“Hey! Ya’ll left the ship, how did you? Just climbed out the torn side? Think we can help more people doing that?” Ben asked aloud, getting a little uneasy, now wishing he had not drank. If he could not find a way into the ship, and fast, there may be nothing he could do.
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