A novela I wrote, not much to day about it really.
Well… Enjoy.

Then quickly, she ran the sharp edge across her palm. It cut deeply and thick blood oozed from the wound.

It hurt. She sobbed.

“Lucas?” her voice cracked as her throat started to tighten from the impending tears.

“Lucas?!”

“I’m here,” he responded. Suddenly she could open her eyes again; she was free of the dark gunk that has engulfed her. The first thing she saw was him above her, his arms wrapped around her small body, holding her tight; as though if he were to let go she would crumble away. He was probably right.

The next thing she saw was the redness of the desert, all around them. She became aware of the strong wind whipping against her body and Lucas’s warm limbs shielding her. She felt her fingers again, she felt the pain of the large cut in her left hand.

Her ears opened up and she became aware of Lucas quietly muttering words of encouragement in her ear.

“How did we get here?” she wondered out loud.

Lucas smiled. “It’s a mystery.”

Kisara nodded vaguely. Her eyes began to focus past the complete red. She noticed an element of dark grey, almost black in the air. Her eyes followed the colour down and she saw it.

She was running before she fully stood upright. Lucas was only a pace behind her, his face a grim mask. He knew what was coming.

Soon, the red fog cleared. Kisara fell to her knees at the foot of the wreckage. Lucas stoped behind her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder, it was all he could do.

Smouldering before them was sad remains of the plane. One wing was standing upright, pealed clean off the body of the great machine. The other was half buried in the sand. The centre of the plane was in half, wires and engine parts were everywhere. The propellers were crumbled and bent and the clean white pain had been stripped off by the blistering heat of the unforgiving desert.

The air around the devastation smelt like death. Like old meat that has been left out in the sun too long. The corpses of the dead were still inside the plane, slowly rotting into dust. A steady plume of smoke rose from the debris.

Kisara bit back vomit; she had never before seen anything so horrid. So destructive; death was present, she could sense it. Feel it pressing down on her skin like ice, she could hear it ringing in her ears. It was everywhere. It was inside her.

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