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Upon opening my eyes, my vision was already failing me. In and out of darkness, a haze clouded my head alerted me to the concussion I most likely had. The second I gather my thoughts, I immediately look around. I'd had Coyote wrapped up in my arms and legs before we'd crashed. [i]Where was he?[/i] My heart sinks and I frantically release my seat belt, throwing the straps to the sides as I force myself to stand. [i]Bad idea.[/i] Everything around me begins to spin as I stumble forward into the seat in front of me. A new smell suddenly hit me. Blood. I glance down to my right leg and find a bad gash about 6 inches long down the outside of my calf where my pant leg is soaked dark red. I'd been a medic in the Marines and seen a lot of blood in my day, but seeing my own blood never changed. Still made me want to get sick, which I was already close to doing in the first place with my head spinning the way it was. Finding a stable position to stand in, I give the inside of the plane a glance around. A couple of bodies littered the walkway, which I could only assume were DOS. One was a flight attendant but the other was a passenger. Probably neglected to strap his belt on right. Pulling myself out from the row into the isle, I cup my hands around my mouth and call out [b]"Coyote!"[/b], coming out in a strained, raspy tone. Holding onto the seat of each row, I make my way towards the pilot's cockpit being careful not to step on or move the bodies in the center isle. I try the handle but it's stuck. In that moment, I knew I didn't have the strength to try busting it open, so instead of attempting to kill myself just to open a door I turn back to the isle. Over the noise of the wind pouring through the many broken windows, I could hear something, or someone, making sounds towards the back of the plane. At once, I push my way through all the luggage and other things scattered across the isle towards the back, looking into each isle as it's passed by. [b]"Anyone there?"[/b]