Things got worse

A few hours later, above the Indian Ocean.

Salahuddin yawned as he switched on his television. It was still on the very same plane from Malaysia, when the pilot made an announcement.

"We were forced to stray our path, because of a storm in front of us. We shall take a turn to Nepal, then continue,"

Shyfil just nodded as some stewardesses offered him some apple juice. He nodded again as a glass of juice was handed to him, sipping it a bit.

The plane made a turn to the north, as the image on the map turned to the direction to Nepal, attempting to make a turn around the storm.

"Holy shit, Shyfil! Look!" whispered Salahuddin who was beside the window, Shyfil sipped his juice and glanced outside. The plane was not even supposed to be there.

Mountains were tall as caps of snow covered their tops. The Himalayas! Thought Shyfil as he starting to think negative thoughts.

It was a complete no-fly zone and a supreme nightmare for any planes. The drastic changes in the winds can make a huge B-747 sway and got blown. Even military aircraft were banned from passing by. Blizzards stormed the plane, making it to be like a hunk of frozen steel. The pilot radioed random authorities nearby, sending SOS pings everywhere. It was white outside that Salahuddin did not realise that the plane's engines has frozen and two hundred lives were falling down in the Himalayas.

All of a sudden, the aircraft landed with a crash as its wings snapped, everything inside it went black. The two friends went black. Passed out. No one knew how they were, or the other passengers, in the blizzards of the Himalayas.

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"Goddammit!!" I shrieked as the plane with possibly no active engines was gliding in the middle of the city. I swerved the controls as I tried to dodge the skyscrapers that was in my way.

My ideas sparkled as I saw the wide city garden. I put out its emergency wheels, and placed the plane ready to land. People were waiting there watching the gliding plane to land. I was certain that there were news chasers already pitching their cameras live, pointing to us.

"Hold on tight!" I shouted as the plane started approaching the grass, a loud bump was heard. I have landed a plane! What a feat that was not expected at all! The plane landed with such speed, that it started skidding uncontrollably. I tried opening the brakes, but it snapped off, skidding and swerving nonstop. I cannot make it stable on the ground!

It was not slowing down! Aargh! With speeds like a car in a field… wait, is that a lake? We are getting drenched if we do not turn!

With the last effort, I turned the stick to my right. The plane swerved off the lake, but BOOM! It hit a tree. No explosion, though, just the sound of breaking metal as we three got flown no one knows. Shreds of metal scattered everywhere, I rolled and rolled down there. Because of such impact, the ducks in the lake quacked loudly and flew off. I never knew which city I landed, or where I am. A primary student like me has no chance to live in an anonymous country.

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The sirens of emergency vehicles woke them up. Salahuddin woke up with a dazed look, and looked around. The lights were down, blazing electricity sparked a bit. There was no voice, except for the distant shouts of the ambulances and the police. Am I still in the Himalayas? He asked to himself.

Suddenly the sound of cutting metal makes him aware. Shyfil also has waken up, him listening to the sound of walking troops. Salahuddin and Shyfil winked to each other, in the dark plane. A plan was made.

Sneaking quietly as the troops were examining the plane, some survivors were assisted and gave warm jackets and snow equipment.

The two friends knocked a soldier out without being noticed, and grabbed snow equipment to be used when their plan is going. They pretended to walk outside with the other survivors, and scanned the landscape: mountains that tall until they stabbed the clouds and the skies. It was fresh like how nature was- until Salahuddin has an eye on an abandoned truck.

"Get in!" whispered Salahuddin he dragged Shyfil's hand into the truck.

"This is not honesty!" wailed Shyfil as Salahuddin, thanks to his awesome height, his legs easily reached the accelerator and the brakes.

"Doesn't happen in another country," snickered Salahuddin as the engines revved up, and gassed its way down the mountain. The dumbfounded police were not that shocked as they jumped into their Rangers, and zoomed down, sirens blaring.

"We're in hot pursuit!" shrieked the panicked Shyfil as he watched at his side mirror. Thanks to Salahuddin's expertise in racing simulators, he can control this truck well.

But running away from law is not a good option. Because the country they were in is really strict with laws. That was what happened. The two risk takers were taking a serious offence.

"Get to the top, Shyfil! Blow their heads off!" shouted Salahuddin while still focused on his driving. Shyfil will all of his hesitation went up and outside of the cap. He was surprised!

A semi-automatic machine gun was mounted there, waiting for Shyfil to use it. Behind them were angry police cars chasing. Should I use it? Is this a serious crime? Thoughts swirled around his mind.

"It us or them who get killed! Use your guts if you don't want to die!" yelled Salahuddin as Shyfil was jolted because of his friend's sudden yell. Of course, which civilian got the chance to fire an actual weapon?