Lucas Walker and Ivana Bennett crashed heavily onto the ground, tumbling several times before coming to a halt.
Alongside them fell plane seats, control sticks, steel fragments, shattered glass, and rocks...
Random debris rained upon them, clanging as it landed. Some crashed onto the sandy beach, some onto their bodies...
It took a while for the dust to finally settle.
"Ivana?"
Above her, she heard Lucas Walker's weak voice.
Ivana lifted her face from Lucas's arms and, lit by the flames from the helicopter behind them, she clearly saw his eyes, deep blue as the night sea, looking at her with concern, "Ivana, are you... okay?"
"Not dead yet!" Ivana snapped back irritably.
"That's... good!" Lucas weakly managed to turn up the corners of his mouth, his head dropping heavily onto her face.
"Hey!" Ivana raised her hand to push him away but touched something warm and sticky.
