Up close, the wreck looked even worse than it had from the lakeshore. The nose of the aircraft had been completely crushed into the swamp, while the rear half leaned awkwardly against a cluster of mangrove roots, just barely able to keep itself afloat.
Behind them, the distant roars of the two rulers echoed across the swamp. They managed to land on the top side of the plane before sliding down slowly to the same emergency hatch Marcus ripped out earlier.
"Quick," Sterling said quietly. "Grab whatever you can."
Daniel climbed through the torn opening first before the rest of the group came through.
The inside of the plane was dim…and no one else had survived. The aisles were filled with bodies, all collapsed now that the Curse was over.
Loose luggage had been thrown everywhere during the crash. Some seats had been ripped clean from the floor, while others hung sideways from twisted metal supports.
