Kevin couldn't wait to get back home. He had been out of town for two weeks on business. Although he didn't have a wife or a family yet, he did miss the nice weather and familiar faces.
He wasn't sure if he had made the right decision in taking the cheaper, smaller plane. He felt uneasy during the entire flight.
Soon, the plane was caught in a snowstorm. It shook and the pilot lost control. The plane crashed into a mountain range.
Kevin stood up and looked around. It was a truly horrific scene. All twenty passengers were dead. Their lifeless blood streamed down their faces. He wondered how this happened. Everyone else was dead, but he was okay. It seemed impossible. He sat back down in his seat, stunned.
He only got up when he heard noises near the back. "Hello, is someone alive?" He walked, following the sounds. Finally, his eyes landed on a young woman. She was trembling, but alive. Alive!
She looked at him with uncertainty. "My, my father died."
"I'm sorry. Are you alright?"
"I'll be fine. What are we going to do?"
"I don't know. Let's find some blankets."