Five.<br/><br/>Mark took in the number of bodies moving around him, discounting those who were in their final throes of death. Those didn’t look like the actors playing dying characters in Hollywood. For one thing, the sheer smell of blood, vomit, bile and excrement, mixed in with jet fuel and burning plastics was sickening. Had he not had a lot of exposure walking through the downtown city streets, where people lived out in the open next to multi-billion-dollar buildings, he would have felt faint from the stench.<br/><br/>The other thing that hit him right away was that they didn’t have the ability to help those who were bleeding out and broken. All they could have done was prolong their ending, and that seemed downright cruel.<br/><br/>He was brought back to their imminent need when Nora mentioned that they needed to leave the plane. It hadn’t occurred to him that the flight towers wouldn’t know that they had gone down…or where. When the Asian man stated that he had no signal, Mark reached for his phone. It was gone.<br/><br/>That’s when it really hit him that they were isolated and had no contact with the world.<br/><br/><i>“Is there another radio anywhere on the plane?” She asked, wondering out loud…“I mean, unless the pilot radioed for help while we were going down… no one’s going to know that we’re here and that we need to be rescued.”</i><br/><br/>Aside from<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcontent.latest-hairstyles.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fcarefree_pixie.jpg&amp;hash=2e4446a4ac4ac2f1479b1deb6d50a3f6" href="https://content.latest-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/carefree_pixie.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">the woman who had lost her companion</a>, who was still weeping on her knees, cradling the arm as if it was a child, there was<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.istockphoto.com%2Fphotos%2Fsenior-japanese-business-man-executive-picture-id109842773%3Fk%3D6%26m%3D109842773%26s%3D170667a%26w%3D0%26h%3D4b9nZbirulS_o2-0zUrcUpa-Sg78JwCvB-PgyE72-Ic%3D&amp;hash=244a3d144fa08341104157f4c57125b1" href="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/senior-japanese-business-man-executive-picture-id109842773?k=6&amp;m=109842773&amp;s=170667a&amp;w=0&amp;h=4b9nZbirulS_o2-0zUrcUpa-Sg78JwCvB-PgyE72-Ic=" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">the business man </a>,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia.renalandurologynews.com%2Fimages%2F2016%2F10%2F03%2Fblackmiddleagemanoutdoorst_1065209.jpg&amp;hash=dec4148634743dbca49536b42e93eb09" href="http://media.renalandurologynews.com/images/2016/10/03/blackmiddleagemanoutdoorst_1065209.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">a tall, striking black man</a>who was assessing the injured , their flight attendant Martha, and two others who he didn’t have a good view of yet. The man who was assessing the injured made his way to the front of the plane.<br/><br/>“It doesn’t look good,” he said, “and we all need to get someplace where it’s safe to build a fire, get out from the cold…” he rubbed his hands together to warm them. “The injured are too far gone for us to do much for them, unless we knew that rescue is imminent.”<br/><br/>Mark shook his head. “We can’t count on anyone coming to rescue us anytime soon,” he said. His eyes were troubled. “If we stay and try to comfort the injured, we’re putting ourselves at risk. The plane could shift…”<br/><br/>“Yeah,” the other man said. He looked at Mark and the older Asian man. “The humane thing would be to put them out of their misery and get out.”