Chris got out of the car and looked around. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his breathing was ragged. There was silence all around, broken only by the crackling of burning debris and his own hoarse breathing. There was an acrid odor in the air, mixed with the scent of burning.
He tried to get up, but his legs shook, and he collapsed back to the ground. His head was splitting with pain, and his eyes were blurry. He got up again and walked slowly to the crash site.
There's nothing left. Just a pile of smoking metal and the charred remains of what had once been a living airplane. Chris stopped, nausea rising in his throat. He couldn't believe that all this had happened to him.
– Is there anyone here? – He shouted hoarsely, but his voice was drowned in the silence.
Chris moved slowly forward, stepping around the wreckage. The light from the burning fuel of the airplane picked out a piece of wing or a melted piece of metal from the darkness.
Slowly he reached the spot where the plane had crashed, forming a ravine. The plane, or what was left of it, lay on its side, its wheels still spinning in the air, as if trying to get out of a trap. Chris looked at his car. It was in the same condition as the airplane.
Where's my phone? – Chris asked to himself, not yet realizing what was happening. He started recklessly searching his pants pockets.
The car, it hit him. He had been in the car! Trying to process what was happening, Chris tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was getting behind the wheel and driving onto the road. But what had happened next?
He walked toward his overturned car. It was lying on its side, and as he got closer, Chris saw that the passenger side window was broken.
– Where are you? – Chris said, looking around. His voice sounded muffled and distant, as if it came from underwater.
The acrid odor grew stronger and stronger. He covered his nose with his hand, so that he could inhale less. It was the smell of fuel, mixed with something else, chemical and nauseating. Chris took a step back, feeling his heart start to beat faster.
– We have to go," he said to himself. – Before I pass out here.
He looked around, but the phone was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it had fallen out when the car had flipped over?