Onto The Plane
As Rick climbed inside, his flashlight beam cut through the darkness, revealing rows of corroded seats shrouded in a thin layer of marine silt. Marc followed closely, careful not to disturb the fragile surroundings. The eerie silence was broken only by the occasional creak of the plane’s frame, a reminder of its precarious position. “This place feels frozen in time,” Rick muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Each step forward seemed to uncover more questions than answers.
The Inside
There were more than enough entryways to choose from since the plane did not have any windows left. They chose the center one, as Rick offered his colleague a boost before he was hoisted inside himself. The inside of the plane was completely vacant of life, as expected, since it clearly resided underwater for quite some time. But they did, however, make another quick observation.
