Again, thank you for writing usch a thoughtful and helpful reply!
I revised it a bit,
The frost covered peak of an unknown mountain...
Pain. Unbelievable pain coursing through you. A splitting headache, churning insides, and lights briefly flashing by your eyes. Every inch of your body, every fiber and strand of your being, plunged into hell itself. Heat comparable to the hottest of lava burned, turned, and churned within you. The ringing in your ears drowns out all sound except the flames crackling and sizzling. The heat of fire singed your face, like the tongue of the devil, flicking to and fro.
Am I really in hell, dead?
No.
This can't be.
You have children, parents, and friends, waiting on the other side of the ocean, you cannot just die yet.
You clench your teeth, and with a half-grunt, half-moan, you sit up.
Great coughs rack your body as you struggle to breath in the dust filled air. You try to ignore the piercing pain in your head, and instead stare into the distance, concealed by the snowy winds. Your red and swollen eyes glows with an intense light, as if you want to see past the veil, to the outside, as if your very will can bring you out, safe.
Another bout of coughing returns you to your senses, and you stand, a feat more difficult than the Twelve Herculean Labors, achieved by the sheer desire to survive. You attempt to raise your left arm to wipe of the dry, crusted blood by your lips, but almost fall over from the excruciating pain. It was broken. You let it hang by your side, limp, and checks your condition. A light press to your chest brings waves of pain and dizziness that made your legs buckle. There were probably some minor damage to your internal organs, and several broken ribs.
Your legs threaten to give out, as you scan the surroundings.
That's when it hit you,
Screams of terror and agony. Creaks and rumbles. The crash, the explosion. You, sitting behind a heavy suitcase, had survived the crash and the explosion afterward.
You grimace at a sudden jolt in your leg, then looks down. By your foot, a corpse, badly mutilated, lay there, its hands splayed out as if grasping to something, its one good eye open, staring to your left.
The corpse was looking at a child, swaddled in blankets, whether it's alive or not was unknown.
You slump to your knees, legs no longer supporting you, crawling over. Your trembling fingers gingerly unwraps the tatters blanket The child lives, with quick breaths coming in and out. You pick him up, and lay him in your arms, searching around for more survivors. None. Most had perished in the crash, and the few that were left were hit with the explosion.
The child had survived thanks to his mother, protecting him with her own body, then throwing him with the last ounce of her strength, as to perhaps escape the flames.
You are not going to last long here, nobody is. The peak along with its bone piercing cold don't care, it seeks no kindness and gives none. You could almost hear the footsteps of death himself, coming to claim both you and the baby's life.
You've never believed in destiny. It is not destiny that decides whether you die here, its your own willpower and actions. You take what is remaining in the crash, a bag with a crushed lunch, a metal pipe to support yourself, and a box of broken matches.
Almost to hidden by jagged rocks, there is slope down, perhaps you can survive this way.
Ps. I was going to post my ending, but I want it to be a little surprise.
