[b]Kimberly Jones[/b]
32 years old
Organic Farmer
Western Pennsylvania

Sitting back in the John Deere's seat with her feet up before her, Kimmie devoured the last of a tuna sandwich as she waited for a farmhand to arrive with the fuel truck. She kicked her feet up, swallowed down some lukewarm coffee, and looked up into the clear blue sky. She loved this time of the year, with the harvest underway and, where it was already done, the reworking of the fields with plows, disks, and -- for some wintering over crops -- planting. 

She caught sight of an airplane heading her way from the east, most assuredly heading for [i]The PIT[/i]. Jet's coming into Pittsburgh International's runway 28C flew almost directly over the Jones farm. Having already dropped to less than 2,000 feet by the time they were overhead, they often caused great interest in Kimmie -- who had never in her life been on an airplane -- particularly when the skies were foggy and the monster aircraft seemed like ghosts in the mist.

The airplane coming her direction now drew extra attention, though, because it seemed like it was much lower than it should have been considering its distance from the airport. Kimmie sat up taller when she seriously began to get concerned; the descent of the plane was continuing, not leveling off as she saw dozens if not hundreds a time most days when she was outside from dawn to dusk.

Then, some twenty miles beyond the farm in the same direction as the approaching plane, a large fireball began to rise slowly into the air. Seconds later, another fireball began to rise in the same general direction but even farther away. Kimmie's first thought was [i]9-11! Holy fuck! Here we go again![/i]

If she'd had time to think about that in more detail, she would have remembered that there wasn't anything to the east of her at that distance that any terrorist would want to destroy with a flying bomb. The reason she didn't have time to think about it in more detail was that Kimmie suddenly realized that the airplane nearing her was going to [i]hit[/i] her. 

She leapt off the tractor, rolling in the soft, plowed dirt, sprang to her feet, and started running south. She didn't get far before the plane's arrival, not that it really mattered as the jet flew over her and crashed a good 100 yards to the west. It, like the other crashed planes, exploded in a gigantic fireball, the explosion of which sent a shock wave over Kimmie and the sound of which hurt her ears.

She just stood there for the longest time, staring at the rising ball of red flames and black smoke as she wondered what the fuck was happening. A boom in the distance caught her attention, and she looked to the east again to find three more rising fireballs. Checking every direction, she found another seven or eight rising clouds of black, though, she wouldn't be certain that they were all from airliner crashes.

Kimmie hurried through the freshly turned ground toward the crash site, but once she reached it, she knew there was nothing she could do for the survivors -- because there [i]were[/i] no survivors. She headed straight for the house, unsure of what was happening but certain that something incredible had.