He woke up.
It was the feeling of rain on his face. Like pins and needles that ran down the sides of his cheeks and onto the pine needles beneath him.
Perhaps it was the thunder. He always loved thunder. It sounded more like a voice this time.
It’s as if his body refused to move.
When his eyes opened, he saw the canopy of pine trees standing like skyscrapers. The rain fell between the branches. Between his eyes. You can’t help but blink so much when the rain hits your eyes.
“Who sleeps in a forest?" he thought
Only the thunder answered, followed by the sound of rain. By the sound of flames that crackled and popped.
His neck barely let him turn his head to the side. Immense pain. He saw everything sideways.
An overwhelming jet fuel flame. Black smoke. A plane engine here. A wing there. Screaming. He could feel the heat now.
He closed his eyes again. The feeling of rain. It was the last thing he felt.
“What happens next?" It was the last thing he thought.
Only the thunder answered, followed by the sound of rain.