After what seemed like an eternity later, I opened my eyes again. Most of the people around me were passed out from lack of oxygen. Looking to the front of the plane, I could see that part of the cockpit was missing. I reached for the oxygen mask, but it was moving around too violently for me to grab it from my seat. I looked down and noticed that my seatbelt was still on. I didn't want to take it off for fear of being thrown out of the plane as it spiraled downwards. Suddenly, a tan, strong hand pulled the mask around my face, providing me with precious oxygen. I looked up to see Zac, his oxygen mask secured around his face.
Zac motioned towards the seat cushions, and then out the window at the ever drawing closer water below. I understood what he meant. Since we were going to land in water, we should use the seat cushions as flotation devices. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I was nearly thrown to the back of the plane from the force of the wind. Zac held on to my arm, pulling me back to the seat. He was holding on to the seat in front of us, and had already grabbed a seat cushion. A strange green ooze covered the ground, leaking from the front of the plane.
Zac pulled me over to the emergency exit, using the chairs to help him move around. Together we managed to pry the door open. The force of the wind pulled us out of the plane.
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