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So else within the plane breaks

In the nextupcomes in waves

So sucked out of the hull of the craft, twirling into the air, his body hitting the fra in two, but he’s still able to reach out his hands for help as he’s sucked screa "Mo hioes into shock and doesn’t die until the plane s comes in waves

In the business section everyone is soaked with blood, someone’s head is completely encased with intestines that flew out of what’s left of the wo and crying uncontrollably, wailing with grief

The dying are lashed with jet fuel as it starts spraying into the cabin

One row is sprayed with the blood and viscera of the passengers in the row before them, who have been sliced in two

Another row is decapitated by a huge sheet of flying aluhout the cabin everywhere, , forces the passengers to coo-mothers and sons, parents and children, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives-and that dying is inevitable in what could be a matter of seconds They realize there is no hope But understanding this horrible death just stretches the seconds out longer as they try to prepare for it-people still alive being flung around the aircraft falling to earth, screa involuntarily, bodies contorted while they brace themselves, heads bowed down

"Why me?" someone wonders uselessly

A leg is caught in a tangle of metal and wires and it waves wildly in the air as the plane continues to drop

Of the three Caraduates aboard the 747-Amanda Taylor (’86), Stephanie Meyers (’87) and Susan Goldman (’86)-Amanda is killed first when she’s struck by a bea of the plane, her son reaching out to her as he’s lifted out of his seat into the air, his arainst an overhead bin in the craft, killing him instantly

Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes herjet fuel

The plane ignites and a huge wave of people die by inhaling flas charred black

For so while still conscious

Onto a forest situated just seventy , torn apart on ie lands and because of an ehts in the plane continue flickering as a hail of glowing ash rains down

A long pause

The bodies lie clustered in cluers have no h all their bones have been broken Soers have been crushed to half or a third or even a quarter of their normal size One , a shape with a vague head attached to it, the face pushed in and stark white Other passengers have been led that uishable, all of them naked, their clothes blown off on the doard fall, some of the off disht, off piles of intestines and crushed skulls, and the heads that are intact have screams etched across their faces And the trees that don’t burn will have to be felled to extract airplane pieces and to recover the body parts that ornas of fatty tissue draped over branches, a macabre tinsel Stephanie Meyers is still strapped in her seat, which hangs from one of those trees, her eyeballs burned out of their sockets And since a cargo of party confetti and gold glitter-two tons of it-were being transported to Areen and pink and orange paper cascade over the carnage

This is what makes up the forest now: thousands of steel rivets, the unbroken door of the plane, a row of cabin s, huge sheets of insulation, life jackets, giant clu, rows of empty seat cushions-belts still fastened-shredded and covered with blood and ers’ is and cats lie crushed in their kennels

For soht were under thirty, and the debris reflects this: cell phones and laptops and Ray-Ban sunglasses and baseball caps and pairs of Rollerblades tied together and cauitars and hundreds of CDs and fashionthe YouthQuake with Victor Ward on the cover) and entire wardrobes of Calvin Klein and Ar trees and there’s a teddy bear soaked with blood and a Bible and various Nintendo gaages and pens and belts whipped off waists and Prada purses still clasped and boxes of Calvin Klein boxer-briefs and so many clothes from the Gap conta reeks of aviation fuel