They started doing CPR on him while I was in a corner not knowing what to do. Soon the old man died and the other girls had to drag Ayla away from him and telling her over and over that it was over before she gave up. They took his small body and put it beside the other dead bodies on the beach.
I checked them one more time for a pulse but without luck. I took a seat for a brief moment by them and put my head between my arms. I was shaking hysterically. This was the first time I had ever seen any dead body. I felt a cloth on my shoulders and I looked up frightened.
The plane had crashed and they were survivors. The strangers on the plane was Jay and Ayla
*Author* (My first public story. Thank you for reading and commenting, it is appreciated.)