It was like a whistle in the wind at first, but slowly the reality of the matter came literally crashing down. Miles woke up to the smell of smoke and the sound of screaming as the hum of the engines exploded into a torrent of roaring chaos. Nothing made sense anymore for those next few minutes. The plane just fell  from the sky with only god knowing when it would find ground. Looking around Miles came to realize that the woman that was sitting next to him was gone and he turned to try and find her, but he didn't need to as the plane tipped down and she flew across his vision. Helplessness was all Miles knew in the moments leading to impact. He fell to the seat next to him and buckled its seatbelt around his chest making sure both his upper and lower body were secure.<br/><br/>Everything rocked and there was an explosion of white across his vision that led to utter darkness. It was hard to be sure how long unconsciousness had held him, but again Miles awoke to screaming. Bloodcurdling wimpers of agony filled the air and blood was a pungent mix with the smoke. Unbuckling both seatbelts he slowly sat up. Pain wrenched across his torso and Miles felt the familiar pain of broken ribs, but there have been worse injuries in his life. Reaching under the seat he found his backpack still nestled in place. Grabbing it, he put his jacket over his mouth to keep out some smoke, but he still inhaled more than he would have liked and once outside he fell about 10 feet. Vomit, mucus, and black sludge filled the ground in fromt of him as he lay trying to catch his breath.