I woke up at 5 AM. I work at an airport In Houston, Texas. I'm a pilot. Most of the time I fly an Airbus 333. But today I am taking almost twice the amount of passengers on a way bigger plane. I am taking a Boeing 747 the whole way to San Francisco, California.
I get to the airport 30 minutes later, and I eat breakfast and drink some coffee. After that, I walk around for a bit. The flight that I have to pilot isn't for 2 hours yet. So I get in the airplane. As it fills up with gasoline, it gets inspected, and tested for malfunctions. Everything is working perfectly fine. The procedure takes around an hour and a half.
People start to board the plane. Once everyone is seated, I gauge the engines and I start to head for the runaway. It takes me around 5 to 10 minutes to get the plane on the runway. By the way, I am one of the most skilled pilots in the entire state. I have been flying for 15 years, and have landed planes that were on fire and that had blown engines. But that was with smaller planes. This is way bigger. I get kind of nervous, but I tell myself it'll be okay. I push the throttle forward and take off .
I get to about 40,000 feet. As I'm flying over Arizona, I hear an extremely loud explosion followed by screaming. One of the 4 engines has blown up. But I was taught that no matter how many engines there are on a plane, most airplanes can run off of just one engine. So I rerouted to the nearest airport in Phoenix, which was about 15 minutes away. Then another explosion erupted, followed by a loud metal noise. Both engines are down on the left wing, and I see the tip of the wing has been ripped off. Everything was fine at takeoff. What happened? I say to myself. Now that I understand we are going to have to crash. We will not make it to the airport.
The nose of the plane starts to tip down. All of a sudden I black out . . .
To be continued . . .
