You peer out of the helicopter at the stretch of ice and snow below you. Even with your face covered, the cold stings at your eyes, and you quickly lean back in. Turning to the pilot, you speak with disdain. "Is it really that important that we come all the way out here?" Without turning back to look at you, he responds, "Look, I don't care much for it either, but there's nothing we can do." He's right of course, you think to yourself. It was the kind of assignment that wasn't worth arguing about. That didn't mean you had to enjoy it. "Honestly, I'm not sure why-"
You're interrupted as the helicopter jolts. There's a loud clang, like it's been stuck by something, and a horrible grinding noise followed by the acrid smell of smoke. Before you can ask what's going on, the pilot speaks with a commanding tone. "We're losing altitude fast!" You see him frantically working the controls, but the sight is quickly obscured by thick black smoke. You grab an oxygen mask off the wall, holding on to a grip on the wall with all your strength. The craft swings to the side, and you are nearly thrown to the ground. The pilot shouts something, but you can no longer hear. You barely register that you can see the ground, even from where you're standing.
When you wake up, you can't immediately tell where you are. The you are still wearing the mask, though it has been cracked, and it's been severed from the craft. There is a pressure against your lower back- while you are lying underneath something, you don't seem to be pinned. The air still smells of smoke, and you can't seem to register sound normally. You pull yourself free from the wreckage, across the ice which seems to have melted, leaving it damp. Once you've cleared the helicopter, you remove whats left of the oxygen mask and roll onto your back to survey what's left of the helicopter..
The first thing you notice is that the tail cone has separated completely. The helicopter his heavily dented and bent out of shape- you see that it's buckled in on itself. The top sticking down must have been the pressure you felt. The cockpit is surrounded by shattered glass, and you cannot see the pilot. Looking up at the main rotor, you can see something tangled around it, but it's impossible to make out just what it is.
You get up and check yourself for injuries, and don't find anything too serious. You're sore, and you've got plenty of cuts and bruises, but you know enough basic first aid to manage. With that in mind, you walk gingerly back to the helicopter to see what you can salvage. You find your gear mostly intact, as well as the helicopter's first aid kit. Using the wreckage as shelter, you clean and bandage your cuts, and quickly change into cleaner and drier clothes. You'd still look a mess to anyone who saw you, but at least you won't catch hypothermia or anything. You lean heavily against the helicopter, trying to make a plan. Then...
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