~Title of the book to be given~

The Malaysian airline that disappeared

For all the people who love twists :)
 “Goodnight Malaysian 370”
With that, MH370 vanished off of the face of Earth.
Or at least that’s what everyone thinks…
 MEGAN
PRESENT: 2021

“People who run from the past will always be caught.”

All these scars won’t ever fade. Instead they’ll be with me for the rest of my life. These scars
have been etched onto me without my permission. I never asked for this. Why, why me?

“Megan?”

Ruth’s voice broke me from my trance. And I looked at her now with hazy eyes. I am sitting
on a black plastic chair, in a room which barely has any furniture. It is an interrogation room.
Everything in this room is intimidating. The light they’ve put on me to pressure me. But
why? I’m not a criminal. I am merely a victim. They don’t ask questions to a victim in an
interrogation room. But the officer in front of me has a soft expression on her face. I feel
comfortable just by looking at her. Never mind the room. They’ve given me a warm blanket
and a mug of hot chocolate to sit with. They probably didn’t have any other spare room left.

“I don’t think you heard me”

“Huh?”

“Honey, look I know you’ve been through something unimaginable” She spoke in a soft
voice
“But I need to know everything in order to actually investigate properly.

“I thought it was over”

“Meg, it is over, you are safe now love. But the investigation isn’t over and in order to
investigate further I need to have some information on my hands. You are the only person
who survived that hell hole and you are the only one that can help us. Please?”
I nodded slowly. I had to do this. Otherwise they would continue doing this again and again if
they’re never caught.

My voice cracked with every word I spoke and I stuttered as tears spilled out of my eyes with
every sentence.

“It-it all started 7 years ago when I boarded the flight MH370.”
 MEGAN
2014

“Break an icicle off the windows edge and plunge it into chest”

Oh no, oh no, oh no. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late. I look at the time its 9:41. There are clothes
thrown everywhere except in my bag. My flight is in 3 hours and I haven’t even packed my
bag yet. My mind was spinning from confusion.
My hands start shaking and I could feel the sweat trickle down against my forehead. This
always happens whenever I’m stressed. Okay, I need to work through this step by step. First,
I need to pack my bag, I pick up all the clothes thrown on the floor and dump them into my
bag. As I’m doing that My phone buzzes with a text from the man, I hate the most. My dad.
Excited to see you honey! Have a nice flight! Will be waiting for you at the Beijing airport!
We’re so excited to see you.
We. He used we. Meaning he’d be bringing his new wife and his own perfect little daughter
as well. I screamed internally. My mom was sending me to my father’s place in Beijing
because well she couldn’t afford me. We didn’t have enough money to support us both and
with my school bills we’d go broke in a day if it weren’t for my part time job at Starbucks.
My dad left my mother for another woman he’d fancied for a long time. Leaving the two of
us here. He’d occasionally send us money which helped a lot. I didn’t even have my own
phone until my 18th birthday which was 3 months ago. We had to go through a lot. We were
evicted, thrown rocks at, rejected. And hence I started having panic attacks. Now, because of
the rent costs increasing I’m supposed to be boarding this flight to Beijing. But how did we
even get enough money to afford a flight ticket? Maybe my dad booked it for me?
But that doesn’t really matter anymore. The door opened loudly which brought me back to
reality. I can feel my mother’s eyes stare into my back. I quickly spin around and see my
mother’s lips moving but there is no sound coming out of them. All I hear are muffled voices.
I pinch myself on the hand and my mom’s voice becomes much clearer. She’s asking me to
pack my bag and tidy up my room because I have a flight in 3 HOURS. I seem to
comprehend what she’s saying but I can’t act on it. I’ve gone numb. My body can’t act, it
feels like my brain and my muscles aren’t coordinated. Breathe. Breathe Megan. Breathe. My
mother gets fed up and leaves the room. I try to exhale but my breath is stuck somewhere
inside my throat. I get down on my knees and I try to breathe. Tears start pouring out of the
corner of my eyes. I start sobbing. I don’t want to go. I curl up against the wall and I look out
of the window it’s pouring outside. I should be excited. I should be happy. But I’m not.
Deep inside I know I don’t want to go visit someone who betrayed me and my mother. But I
have to do this. If not for me then for my mother at least. I quickly put on a smile on my face
and open the door, ready to board the flight to Beijing.

10:00pm

We’re still in the car. I was supposed to be at the airport right now but instead I’m stuck in
this stupid traffic. We’re in a very luxurious cab right now. How are we able to afford all this?
I don’t bother asking my mom because I don’t really want to know the truth right now.
Because truths are often sour and my mind will not really be able to handle all that right now.
My mom’s phone rings loudly bringing me out of my thoughts. Her eyes widen as soon as
she looks at the display of her screen. She looks at me and back at the screen again. She
answers the call. Something isn’t right. She’s hiding something from me. She keeps on
nodding it’s like someone is giving her instructions? She looks scared. Maybe she’s in debt
and someone is threatening her. After a solid minute she cuts the call and I waste no time
beating around the bush.
“What’s wrong.”
She laughs nervously “Is that a question or an order?”
“What. Is. Wrong”
“Honey, nothing is wrong. It’s just your dad asking about your whereabouts”
A lie. She’s definitely lying. Fine. If she doesn’t want to tell the truth then I can’t help her.

I ignore whatever she’s saying next and look out of the window. And then I see a huge
building. The airport. A tall, slender building where dreams take flight, where lives are
changed. As we approached the main terminal building, the sight of aircrafts taxiing on the
runway makes me excited and nervous at the same time. I get out of the car and see the
bustling entrance. There are people walking in, walking out, people talking, crying, hugging.
There is every type of emotion here. I looked back and the taxi was gone, and so was my
mom.
When I was young, I used to look at the mothers of other kids. The mothers cared so much
for their kids and my mother on the other hand didn’t even care or notice my existence. It
always felt like I was a chore for her, something she was responsible for. I always had the
feeling that she and my dad hated me and had me by mistake. All these years I was in denial,
I had the tiniest hope lingering in my chest that maybe just maybe my parents had a valid
reason for hating me but last month when my father left us, that hope was diminished. My
heart had been dropped and stamped on and crushed in a million pieces and I knew, I just
knew that I would have to be the one to pick up those broken shards and that no one else
would do it for me because in the end, I’ll always be left alone with nobody left on my side.
And today I wasn’t even surprised that she didn’t even care to give me a hug. Apologize to
me. She was just happy to send me away. I bet when she goes home, she’ll go somewhere to
celebrate. I always had to learn everything the hard way, when I was young, my parent fought
all the time and sometimes the fights even got physical, I used to hide behind the closet and
hope that someone would come and save me from this hell hole. That someone would heal all
the scars: all the trauma my parents gave me. But as I grew up, reality crashed down on me. I
soon realized that no knight in a shining armor would come and swoop me into their arms
and take me away. But, hey if only i met someone, someone patient and kind enough to wrap
their arms around and embrace me with all the love they’d have and never let me go again. If
only I met someone. Oh, hell no I’m not meeting anyone. I will be alone, lonely for the rest
of my life.
I sigh at the empty feeling in my chest. I bit my lip to hold back my tears and walked in.
 MEGAN
2020
“I hope we made it out”

I open my eyes. Everything is completely blurry. I try to move. But my entire body is numb. I
try to speak. But it feels like my lips haven been taped together. I try to think of something or
anything in fact but I simply can’t. Everything is dark, blurry and my head is paining like
shit. The last thing I remember is nothing. I can’t REMEMBER anything. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Have I been drugged?
Oh god.
My head hurts like hell.
Even though my body can’t move I am still able to feel. And I can feel drool dripping from
my mouth.
Why, why am I not able to do anything. My body can’t act on anything my brain says.
So.Freaking.Frustrating
I try to hear. But nope. I can’t hear even the faintest of things. Or maybe I can hear something
but my brain can’t seem to process it.
And before I’m able to think of anything else again. Everything goes DARK.
 MEGAN
2014

“Under the moonlit sky I think I need some rest”

They just announced that the boarding has started for the aircraft MH370.
I quickly go and wait in the queue for boarding. My phone buzzes with a text message from
an unknown number. ‘DO NOT BOARD THIS FLIGHT
Wha-what? What was that? Do not board the flight? What does that mean. Wait, who sent
this to me? I am totally confused. And then suddenly I feel this pain inside my head its like
someone is hammering nails into my head? I don’t even know. I should stop thinking about
stupid things. I am already super stressed out I don’t need to something absolutely irrelevant
to give me a panic attack right now. Maybe my friends are just messing with me or
something. But wait I have no friends. I laugh to myself at that. I feel pathetic. I lived in
Malaysia for literally half of my life and I didn’t even bother to make friends. Maybe if had
taken the effort of socializing I wouldn’t have been in such a bad place right now. Well, it is
what it is. I’m a loner but I guess my life is about to change. I’ll go to Beijing to my dad who
is rich, then I’ll learn to socialize next I’ll make friends with home I’ll go to parties with. I’ll
make some awesome memories and experience the life I’ve always wanted. I’ll get to live the
life I deserve. The life that every teenager has. I am brought back to reality with a faint tap on
my shoulders. The officer is looking at me worriedly hence, I quickly show the boarding pass
to the officer and step into the passageway. While walking towards the flight entrance I see
all the flights stationed on the runway parking? If that’s what is it’s called, from the
transparent glass. I stop to admire the beauty that I’d never seen before. The other passengers
probably think I’m stupid but who cares? As I’m carefully observing the airplanes I look up
inside a building where there is a room I can see with a bright light and inside that room I can
see someone sip their coffee sadly? While looking outside. He’s wearing a uniform so I’m
assuming he’s a pilot. But why does he look so sad and depressed? He looks as if this will be
his last ride. He has something in him which intrigues me instantly. Strange, I think. But I put
that thought to back of mind and move along. When I reach the flight entrance a very pretty
airhostess guides me to my seat. The airhostess is wearing a very pretty rich looking purple
uniform of some sort. Her hair is tied in a bun and she has applied little make up which suits
her and makes her look gorgeous and she knows it. She has a type of a confidence radiating
off of her, I recognize that instantly because confidence is something that I don’t have. And
it’s as they say, something you don’t have, you’ll always look for in other people. And it’s
completely true. Other than that, the flight looks spacious and the seats are as comfortable as
they can get for an overnight plane. I sit down and I can feel myself drowning into the seat.
This is the kind of luxury I always wanted to have. But sadly, whatever you want you don’t
always get. I lean back against the seat; I feel so drained mentally and physically both. I can
feel my body wearing down therefore, I close my eyes hoping they never open again.
 THE PILOT
2014
“We all have to bid goodbyes at some point of our lives.”

Bidding goodbyes was something I always hated. That’s why, I never said bye bye to the love
of my life. I always said something like see you soon, see you later or just a love you but
today I said bye, I said bye and it broke my heart to see the look in her eyes.
“What about us?” She had said. Correct what about us?
“I’m sorry” was all I could say. I couldn’t even look her in the eye. I felt so ashamed of
myself for doing this to her. For leaving her. I failed as a husband. I failed as a son. I failed as
a human being.
She had been the most intoxicating women I had ever met. She made me feel drunk, drunk in
love. She had been the reason I woke up every morning. She inspired me, encouraged me to
keep on living. Her dark green eyes, the ones I would willingly drown in. All I wanted to do
was be in her arms and never let go off her. Because of her I had hope, hope to continue
living. She had been there for me, in the worst stages of my life. She loved me with all her
heart. I did too. I would die for her. I would kill for her. I loved her with my entire life, man
she is my life and now look what you made me do? Tears spill out of my eyes uncontrollably
as im sipping on my half cold coffee. It’s dark outside. Dark just like how my life is right
now. Dark.
Get yourself together man, you’re a pilot.
I could hear my father saying Man up to me. I quickly wipe my tears with the hem of my
sleeves. Now I can see all the flights lined up. And finally, I see MH370 the flight that I’ve
been dreading to go on. I gave my final goodbyes to her an hour ago, but why does it feel like
it has only been a minute. And then I hear her filthy voice.
“Captain, you’re late.”
“I know”
I get up from the chair and turn to face that woman. Even looking at her makes me feel
disgusted.
“I’m sorry” she says.
“I know”
“It’s better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all.” She speaks
And I nod stiffly at that.
I can’t even face that woman. She is the one that ruined my entire life. Everything is because
of her. And now she has the guts to talk to me? Give me advice? Hell, I would like to punch
her in the face damn it. Why, why did it have to be me?
“I know you’ll never be able to forgive me for this Zach, but please know that I did this in
your best interest”
“And your best interest too” I reply sharply.
I look at her one last time, “You’re wrong, I’ll never even want to forgive you for this. I loathe
you; Ruth I really do.”
And with that I close the door that I’ll never be able to open again.
 MEGAN
2020
“Ripping the light away from me”

I open my eyes again. This time I can see something but its blurry but I sense something
bright. I try to move my fingertips but they’re still numb. My eyes feel super heavy. It’s as if
I’ve been sleeping for a long long time. Can I stand up? Who am I kidding, I can’t even move
my fingers. The ground beneath me feels cold, but soft. It feels like a bed? I jog my brain for
some kind of past memories. To see if I can get even a glimpse of how I’m like this? I’m so
confused? What am I doing here? How did I get here? Why can’t I move? My vision is
getting clearer. I can see something whiteish on top of me. My head is paining excruciatingly
but I need to do something. This time I don’t hear any ringing voice therefore I try to listen to
anything. Even a bird chirping or literally anything. I try to listen. I can hear some whirring,
moving continuously. It has the sound of how a fan moves. Is there a fan above me? No but
maybe it’s more like an air conditioner. Whatever it is, it means that I am somewhere with a
celling, otherwise there would be no sound like this. I try to move my leg but its numb as
well. Only my brain seems to be working. And my eyes. All I know right now is that I’m
sleeping somewhere? With something that looks like a ceiling on top of me? Also, with my
head paining like absolute shit. And again, with that thought everything goes dark again.
 MEGAN
2014
“As if their restraint could keep me safe"

I am woken up by a sudden jolt in the plane. Turbulence maybe? The whole plane is moving
downwards? I look around; everybody’s eyes have widened, some have even started
shouting. THE PLANE IS DROPPING! For a second everybody is frozen. The air around is
filled with anticipation of what’s going to happen next? Are we crashing? Is this it? I am
completely speechless, what is happening? For a second, all I can hear is my heart beating
quickly, and then it settles in, we’re going down. I scream for dear life and I’m joined with
the screams of other people as well. But then the pilots regain their control because we’re not
going down in a dive anymore and we’re in a normal position, or that’s what I think. When I
think that everything is fine, I don’t what made me do it but I stood up almost instantly and
stalked towards the cockpit. What kind of pilots are handling this flight? We could have
died?! This could have been a disaster. One of the airhostess tries to stop me with tears
striking down her face, she’s as scared as I am. She’s not able to stop me, as right now she’s
traumatised and probably isn’t strong enough right now. As I’m about to reach the cockpit, I
see that there is commotion there. The airhostess are freaking out. Everybody is panicked.
Some are frozen and some are shaking. One of the airhostess with trembling hands sees me
and moves her head side to side indicating me to not go further. But this only intrigues me
further. What the actual hell is going on here? Normally I’m not a person who is bold enough
to enter a cockpit but I don’t know what the hell is going on today. And what I see next
shocks me to the core as well. My hands grip my mouth tightly so that I don’t scream and
complicate the messy situation further.

As I entered the cockpit I saw one of the pilots lying lifelessly on the floor. Not moving. And
definitely didn’t seem to be breathing. I could see white foam arise from his mouth. My
hands start shaking, my whole body seems to be shaking at this point. I look over to the other
pilot who I’m guessing was the captain because he seemed to be extremely calm. He was
calmly trying to gain control of the plane and putting it on autopilot when I entered. But now
he is assessing the situation. How can he be so calm? He looks over at me. His piercing blue
eyes look straight at me.
“Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?” he says in an accusing tone.
“H-he-he’s been poisoned”
“I can see that clearly miss, but you’re not allowed to be here”
“I can help”
“Excuse me?”
“I-I just need to check if he’s breathing or not”
Without asking I bow down at his side and check his pulse with my two fingers. It’s faint.
Meaning he’s still alive. CPR.
“I need to maintain oxygen circulation to all the vital organs, I need to perform CPR”
Without waiting for a response, I try to perform CPR. I press on his chest as I hard as I can
with my 2 hands. I press quickly and quickly. I wasn’t a professional so I couldn’t give rescue
breaths.
“Miss, get off of him, you can’t do that, our crew is experienced in this you-“
“Your crew is busy panicking” I spit out these words. God, I hate this captain. Not only is he
not helping but running his mouth as well.
Sweat forms on my forehead. I need to give chest compression faster, otherwise he’ll
definitely die. The captain is looking at me with calm eyes.
“He’s dead” he states out.
I stop the compressions. He’s dead. He really is dead.
“Thank you for your help, but I’ll need you to return back to your seat otherwise people will
find out and cause a bigger mess then it already is”
I nod. He’s right. There is nothing more I can do. I turn my back on him and I can feel
scrutinizing gaze burning into my back. I look back and find myself looking right into his
eyes. There is something in them that I can’t really decipher, but it gives me chills. I look
forward and march over to my seat. As I’m walking over to my seat, I can see all the people
staring at my face, but I don’t really care. I’m in too much of a shock to think of anything or
mind anybody right now. A person just died. A person just lost a life. He’ll never open his
eyes again and yet, yet the pilot was still so calm. It felt like his death was expected to him, as
if nothing was new. My mind is spinning with thoughts that I can’t understand myself. I
failed. I tried to give CPR and I failed. I could have saved a life damn it. If I would have been
a little faster, just a little faster I could have saved him. And he wouldn’t have died and I
wouldn’t be dying from guilt. It’s not your fault. I hear a voice in my head saying. Great! Just
great, I’ve not only failed to save a life but I’ve gone crazy. I’m hearing voice in my head!
How messed up is that? Where is my damned seat man? I look around and locate my seat, I
sit down with a huge sigh. But 2 things keep on bothering me.
Why was the pilot so calm? It’s like he knew that the co-captain was going to die.
And I thought that the people would be curious as well, as to why the plane went into a dive
but no body questioned a single thing. And the look all of them had on their faces we
confusing? It’s like everybody knew that they were going to die on this plane and they
accepted it, even the airhostesses. They didn’t even care to make an announcement or
anything. They didn’t call for help as they would normally would I suppose and didn’t even
try to give CPR. I looked beside me and the man sitting beside was peacefully looking out of
the window. I had a strange feeling that all of these people sitting on the plane knew
something that I didn’t.
 THE PILOT
2014
“That beauty can still grow in a life without risk”

Everything was going fine. Me and Jake were sitting peacefully while the plane was running
on autopilot. We were instructed to keep the plane on autopilot and do nothing. We didn’t talk
much. I mean considering the situation I didn’t think either of us were interested in small talk.
I saw Jake gulping down the coffee then. I didn’t think much of it before but then in a minute
or so he was down on the ground and the plane was going down in a dive and the cockpit
door flew open. Were we nearing the spot? I was given strict instructions to not remove the
plane out of autopilot but we were going to die if I didn’t do anything. I mean were going to
die. But not so soon?

But then after going in a nose dive for 30 seconds or more the plane stabilised. What. The.
Hell. Crazy people I thought. But then I acted to do something so that the others won’t think I
did nothing and then I’d lose all respect, not that it mattered. And just then I realised that
someone was standing behind me in shock. I turned around and looked at her. She looked like
a teenager not more than 18 years. She had brown eyes and was shaking all over. Her gaze
was on Jake. Oh right, he died. He had white foam coming out of his mouth. Wait. What was
she doing here? She wasn’t supposed to see this.
“Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?” I quickly say. She didn’t get the
instruction or something? But wait she was just a minor? Oh no. I sighed to myself. The
world is filled with cruel cruel people man.
“H-he-he’s been poisoned” Poor girl, she was struggling to even speak. I felt pity for her.
“I can see that clearly miss, but you’re not allowed to be here”
And then what she said next really surprised me.
“I can help” Wow, such guts.
“Excuse me?”
“I-I just need to check if he’s breathing or not”
And then without saying anything, she goes beside him. Checks if he’s breathing or not and
then starts giving a CPR while talking.
“I need to maintain oxygen circulation to all the vital organs, I need to perform CPR”
Huh? She’s giving him proper CPR. I mean there is no point in saving him, she’s only
wasting her energy. He chose to die. We all did, except her I guess.
“Miss, get off of him, you can’t do that, our crew is experienced in this you-“
“Your crew is busy panicking” she spits these words out.
After a minute,
“He’s dead” I state.
She stops the compressions. I guess she realises that he can’t be saved. It was bound to
happen hence, it didn’t shock me much. I held back a shrug. I’ll look heartless.
“Thank you for your help, but I’ll need you to return back to your seat otherwise people will
find out and cause a bigger mess then it already is” I quickly say, making an attempt to get
her out of the room. She nods and leaves giving me a last look. Interesting girl. Thank god,
there still are good people left out there. Poor, poor girl. I genuinely felt bad for her. She
didn’t deserve all this. She was too good for all these crazy people. I sighed. I guess it can’t
be helped anymore. She boarded this damned plane. Without knowing.
 MEGAN
2020
“Emptiness surrounded by invisible walls”

I open my eyes one more time. This time my vision is a lot better. I was correct, it is a ceiling
above me. But I don’t see a fan, so where are all those whirring noise coming from? Air
conditioner? I try looking to the other side, but as soon as I do my head starts spinning and
my vision starts getting blurry again. It feels like I’ve been drugged heavily. What is going on
with me? What is happening? I want to cry. I feel so freaking frustrated. I have no idea where
I am. I can’t remember anything other then what happened the last 2 days I think? All I did in
the last few days was open my eyes, feel dizzy and then faint or sleep again. And then a
thought occurs to me. I don’t remember a single thing. Nothing. Hell, I don’t even remember
my name.
What is my name?
How old am I????????
Whaaatt?????
Oh god. I have a sickening feeling in my stomach. I try to listen to something but I don’t hear
even a drop of water. But I smell something. Is it a smell of a sanitizer? An antiseptic cream?
It smells like an hospital. AM I IN A HOSPITAL? PERHAPS IN COMA? Wait, I can’t be in
coma. My eyes can see clearly. I mean I was able to see clearly a few seconds ago. I can hear
and smell. Wait though, the people who are in coma can also do that right? It makes sense.
That’s why I keep fainting again and again. I have to be in coma. But how am I in coma? My
head starts paining tortuously. This has become a cycle. I find out something new and then
my head starts paining immensely and then everything goes dark again. And with that,
everything goes dark again. Just as I thought…
 MEGAN
2014
“Death, a continent for the living”

I return to my seat after that scary but rather interesting experience. I honestly don’t even
know why the experience was interesting but the pilot was for sure very suspicious. I mean
he didn’t even look concerned for his partner. Hell, he didn’t even try to look concerned.
Maybe he was a sociopath? Who knows? But wait, the passengers didn’t even bat an eye to
the commission happening near the cockpit. I mean yes, they did scream their lungs out when
the plane dropped down a few meters but a friggin pilot had a heart attack but wait the co-
pilot did not just have a sudden heart attack. It’s like he was poisoned? Shit I’m so confused.
I rest my head on the top of the seat and close my eyes.
Why is everything so confusing?
It’s like there is something that all the people sitting on this plane know and I’m the only one
who doesn’t.
But then, an idea strikes me, I can just ask the old man sitting beside me. I shake my head
with disappointment. How am I so dumb and smart at the same time?
Another thing that strikes me is that, all the people sitting on this plane are very old, almost in
their sixties or seventies except the pilot and the crew and me. I mean it definitely could be a
co-incidence but the whole airplane itself is weird. I turn to the old man sitting beside me.
He’s quietly looking out of the window. He has wrinkles on his face and his hair is an odd
shade of white. He’s sad.
He looks sad and defeated, like nothing in the world could interest him other than what’s
outside the window.
I feel bad breaking his trance but I have to.
“Excuse me sir?”
He turns around and looks at me. His eyes look tired. He looks tired. He looks like he wants
to die this moment or maybe like he’s ready to die at any moment.
“I’m just confused as to why everybody is oblivious to the fact that the co-pilot just died, I
mean if this were any other plane people would have been screaming till their own ears
bled.”
He doesn’t respond. He simply just looks at me. His face masks no expression. If he’s
surprised or annoyed, he doesn’t show it. He reads my face and decides not to answer me and
looks out of the window again. Rude. But I can’t give up just yet, so I decide to probe him
more.
“Please, I need to know. It just feels like everyone here is ready to die and that they’ve
accepted the fact that they’re on the verge of death”
He then finally looks at me. His eyes burning with rage now.
“BECAUSE WE WILL DIE ANYTIME SOON AND YOU WILL TOO”
He shouts, loud enough for the whole airplane to hear. Nobody even looks at us and in the
next moment I see him jerking. He chokes on his saliva for a minute as I’m sitting right there
unable to do anything. And then his body goes limp and he falls back to his seat with bubbles
of saliva drip from his mouth. I stand up and I shout, I scream for the crew but no one comes,
no one even bats an eye towards us.
“HELP” I scream as loud as I can but nobody listens.
Soon after, a beeping sound comes from the seat beside me. The old man’s neck is glowing
red near the area under his ear. I lean forward and place my hands near that glowing and
beeping sound. Under my fingers, I feel something hard almost like a device. SHIT. It is a
device. He has a device planted under his neck and it is beeping right after he’s dead.
Suddenly, I hear more beeping sounds from all the other seats that are occupied by
passengers. I look to the aisle beside me and a white woman is choking on her saliva as well
and then goes completely limp just like the old man. Her device also starts beeping and like
that there are 40 more beeping sounds.
“What. The. Actual. Heck is going on” I say to myself, confused unable to think of any other
thing.
I quickly get out and head for the cockpit area. As I’m moving, I see that all the passengers
are limp. Meaning, they’re all dead except me.
Why am I still alive then?
My head races with loads of questions, all of them I can’t answer. What am I even looking for
in the cockpit even I don’t know. But if all the passengers are dead then even the pilot ought
to be dead right? Only one way to find out. All the crew members are on the ground; all of
them limp as well. Their bodies lying lifeless