The crushing weight of the metal debree that lay across my body, cutting into my chest, suffocated me slowly.

I lay, unable to call out as I watch the rescue team help the last of the survivors, so they thought. I try calling, screaming, any noise that would draw them away from the plane and to me, but nothing comes. The air leaves my lungs with each noiseless scream.

The snow shifts below, sinking me deeper into the cold frozen ground. I try getting my arm or leg loose to wave around, maybe catch someone’s eye, but I’m jammed limb to limb.

I don’t want to accept this fate. Im alive, they have to see me. They can’t just leave me here, not like this.

I look to the side, barely able to turn my head, as bright red wets the snow, spreading fast. I know it’s from me, but I can’t seem to figure out where it’s coming from; every part of my body is numb.

The rescue helicopter fades out of view into the foggy clouds above, the snowmobiles fleeing not far behind. The rumble of their engines fade in and out. I can’t tell if that’s because they’re leaving or because I’m losing my senses.

From the corner of my eye I watch as medics quickly evaluate and examine each person they pull out, then shoving them onto the back of a snowmobile to be transported to better help.

Shouts from the rescuers surround me.

My vision blurs. I’ve been sitting here, pinned, for who knows how long. Time doesn’t make sense, nothing does. I can’t make anything out anymore. I can’t tell if it’s from fog or from my fading sight. I can’t decipher the shouts anymore, until they’re completely gone. Faded with the rest of the world.

Everyone’s gone, but me. They left me, they couldn’t find me.

I struggle once more with the last of my strength before finally succumbing to the elements and the injuries of the crash, hopeless.

My sight fades to blackness, all of nature becomes silent, and my thoughts come to an end as I cease to exist…