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Thomas Neviaser, M.D.
Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Type: Fiction
Pages: 438
Copyright: JUl 25, 2018
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
Nine people survive a plane crash, endure horrific days on a raft, and their subsequent rescue initiates a nonstop trip from which they can never escape.
Two strangers meet while seated together on a long distance air flight. The more seasoned of the two creates a game to pass the time. They choose seven passengers and proceed to guess their names, age, occupation, marital status, personality traits and more about them. Later, they are informed of severe mechanical problems disabling the plane, leading to a crash into the sea. They survive along with only seven other passengers, incredibly the seven people from their game. The interaction among the passengers creates stresses well beyond one's imagination leading to a subsequent prolonged and horrifying adventure in a raft, presenting many obstacles to their survival including sharks, severe weather, death, hunger, thirst, declining physical and mental health, paranoia, and pirates of the high seas. Their long awaited rescue from the ravages of the sea is just the beginning of a trip to Hell and back.
Excerpt
“The rhythmic rocking of the boat was hypnotizing. With glassy eyes gazing at the bottom of the raft, onto the horizon or up into the sky, the faces of the remaining nine were stamped in absolute disbelief. Heavy sighs, coughs, and painful moans were the order of the moment. Some stared ahead, others tried unsuccessfully to get comfortable in the crowded raft, and others continued to scan the sea for anything that gave them hope.
“Hopefully help should be here soon. When planes fall off the radar, the location is immediately marked and rescue teams alerted. We’re all dehydrated, and there are plenty of water bottles here,” the dapper man said. “But don’t drink too quickly or a lot fast, people. If we flew way off course, they may never know where we are, and it is going to take a long time to find us. I’d advise not drinking everything so fast. Ration it. It could be a long time before we are rescued.”
“Oh, my God, they’re not coming?” the heavy man screeched.
“I didn’t say that. It may take longer than we want, so we need to be prepared.”
“Who the hell are you to be telling us all this?” the big man blurted out, holding his right arm close to his side.
“Good question. I’m Irving. Who are you?”
“My name is Otto.”
Helen’s attention darted from staring at the floor to meet Frank’s undoubtedly quizzical facial expression. He never knew what his game people’s names really were, yet…
How the hell can they be their real names?
“My God,” Helen stated with disbelief. “Irving, Otto. Did you hear that, Frank?”
“Frank turned to the others, not saying word, yet asking their names.
“Maxine,” said the old lady.
This was followed by, “Yuto, my wife Soo Mi.”
“Kimberly. I was one of the attendants.”
All turned to the hippy guy who had not said a word, knees curled up with his arms clutching his legs to his chest. He looked up at the rest staring at him. “What. What do you want?” After a few seconds, it dawned on him the others wanted to know his name. “Homer,” he said.
Frank—and clearly Helen—were totally surprised and in a quandary. They were staring at each other expecting each to have an answer, but there was none forthcoming.
“All these people have the same names we gave them in our game,” said Helen, leaning closely against Frank. “That can’t be. We don’t know any of them. How can this be? You think we’ve met them before? No, that’s impossible.”
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