When the airplane crashed into the trees, a crying shame such a beautiful soul didn't make it, the purser died so that the rest of them could live.
They had to quickly bury the bodies of those that died so the smell of blood from the crash would not attract predators roaming nearby in the forgotten woods of the wastelands.
To mark the spot Zen had erected a temporary pile of stones so that the relatives of the dead could reclaim the bodies of their loved ones when the time came.
It had been a very sad and emotional time for them all, who decided who lived and died in a plane crash?
Those that survived might be considered fortunate but they still had to live with the memory of seeing others die right before their eyes.
Nothing would save either of them this time around should the helicopter fall from the sky and plummet to the earth.
