The jet was on fire.
At the last moment of the nosedive, the jet had levelled out before it smashed into the ground. Strapped into his seat, Daniel had still felt as though he was being thrown around the cabin as the plane spun around, sparks flying as it screeched over concrete and finally ground to a halt. The teenage boy hardly had the time to appreciate the fact that he was still alive and relatively unhurt when black clouds of smoke began pouring into the cabin.
Daniel could hear Renton screaming and thrashing around, but he couldn’t see him through the thick clouds of oily smoke. It sounded as though he was trapped under something, struggling to free himself. He sounded scared.
Tears ran down Daniel’s face, the hot smoke stinging his eyes and filling his lungs, making him cough he
