Adam opened his eyes. The terrible thudding noise, the screaming sounds of metal tearing, and the rush of branches breaking had finally stopped. Still strapped into his seat, he hung at an angle, the seat belt being the only thing preventing him hurtling through the gaping hole in the roof of the plane to the jungle floor below. The strap cut into his chest as his whole weight pressed against the fabric. He craned his neck upward, twisting awkwardly to see the others. His body ached after the awful jarring and jolting when the plane fell. He shoved his hand into his right side pants pocket to feel for his golden scarab. Phew! It was safe. Relieved, he squeezed the scarab for a few seconds to get his courage up. It felt warm and comforting in his hand
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