Ronan's stomach dropped with the tip of the airship. Without warninng, the ship angled downward into a nosedive. The air around them whistled as they sped downwards. All around Ronan, people were screaming and crying. Ronan added his voice to the commotion, but instead of him being fearful, he was enjoying the spiral to ann umtimate doom.
"Whooooopppp!"Ronan yelled at the top of his lungs. The orphans Ronan had gathered added their voices in similar joy. They screamed and yelled and whooped, and it only ended when a sickening crunch signasled the airships's crash. Ronan lurched forward, hitting his head on the steel wall of his compartment. 

Ronan couldn't have been out for long. No longer than five minutes. Some of his fellow orphans were recovering conciuosness. Others were waiting for Ronan's guidance. As he observed the scene, Ronan turned to see a middle-aged woman hanging from the wall. Her stomach was red, covered in blood. Some sort of debris impaled her through the stomach. She looked down at it, dumbfounded. She muttered to herself unintelligibly, until eventually the life drained out of her. 

Ronan made his kids look away, so they wouldn't be scarred. They were hardy enough, but still, some of the younger ones would have nightmares.
"Okay, guys. We need to get out of here, and fast." He turned and started to make his way out. The orphans had been shoved in the back, even seen with disdain by refugees. Yet they had been the safest. As they passed through numerous compartments, they w more and more corpses strewn about. He told them not to look, but he caught a few of them peeking. Suddenly, they came into the middle compartment, the largest so far. At the opposite end, the exit was blocked by two soldiers, muskets raised at the crowd of people clamoring to get out.
"Stop. We don't know how many of these guys were infected.We can't let you out, to possibly spread the virus." One soldier told the rioters.
"Fuck that! We'll die in here, there's fires in some of the compartments!" A man screamed. Cheers of agreement met him from his fellow crowdspeople. Ronan had his kids stick along the back.
"Stop, now! I will shoot you! I will shoot!" The second soldier screamed. He seemed younger, and much more afraid. Suddenly, the sound of gunfire filled the room. Ronan ducked low, his kids following suit. Smoke bellowed from the entrance. At first, everything stood still. The rioters looked at the soldier who had shot, then down at the bloody corpse. Then, as sudden as the gunshot, the crowd surged forward. Another shot, another victim, and then the crowd overran the soldiers, trampling them underfoot, Ronan waited a few minutes, to make sure the angry mob had left. Then he started forward, hopping over the crushed remains of the soldiers. The mobs were stupid, as in their rush to escape, they had left anything of value. Ronan grabbed the soldiers muskets, tossing one to a sixteen-year-old orphan. He then stripped them of any ammo. Looking around the small adjoining room, Ronan found a whole bunch of crates. There were more guns and ammunition, which he distributed to the older kids. In another crate he found vials upon vials of medicine, which he vaguely remembered would be useful.He gave these to some other kids, telling them to be extremely careful. In some other crates there were large bags filled with something. It took Ronan a moment to realize they were seeds. He gave these to the youngest.
"Okay, let's go." From there, Ronan easily found a way out. The bright tropical sun burned down on him, hurting his eyes. As they readjusted, Ronan saw children strewn around, weeping silently to themselves. Some had parents that were killed in the crash, or the infection, or had simply left them. Ronan told them to come with him. Observing the surroundings, Ronan found a large mountain towering above them.
"Okay guys, follow me. We're going to that mountain. We need to get the high ground." And so, Ronan set forward, a small army of young children marching along behind them. Ronan thought to himself. They were young, they were small, they were few, but they were alive.