Journal - survival
As the plane crashed down into the ocean, I felt myself being carried under by the strong currents of the water. My mind went blank and I thought I was going to die now. The month is January so the water is extremely frigid as it sent shocks through every nerve of my body. The pain was intense but I was not sure how many of us that was alive or the fact of even if I was alive. I was scared. I called out for help as I reached the surface of the water. There was silence. I screamed aloud as the warm breath escaped my body. I was trembling but knew I must press on suddenly I saw three…
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- Journal - survival
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