"Ok Yvette take a big deep, and hold it for me, Jon lets link arms as we lift her it will create a cradle, we have to keep her stable until someone with some medical training can look at it. I pray we have a doc or nurse left alive." 

Mike took a deep breath as he slid his hand under Yvette's leg and behind her back, after linking hands with Jon, He counted to three and they lifted her from the seat. Carefully they carried her slight frame into the shade of one of the trees, several survivors had begun gathering pillows and blankets to lay the injured on. They laid Yvette down on the blanket. Once she was lying comfortably Mike stood and surveyed the scene. 

Aircraft pieces and debris laid across the beach head and some even floated in the water. There were bodies lying everywhere in grotesque, twisted positions. Overwhelmed by the sheer loss of life Mike's stomach twisted, out of roughly 300 there appeared to be less than 20 survivors. 

After taking a deep breath and not knowing what else to do Mike took off his shirt and undershirt. He tore the undershirt into strips and wrapped one around his nose and then his hands. He then began the macabre task of picking up the body parts and deceased and moving them away from the survivors.