screams of a great wild and tortured beast burned through the hall, grabbing Asia, gripping his mind, pulling him to conciousness. Covered in his own sick from before, he could smell the bodies give off their ungodly scent. He could hear the whooping and pounding of the pack, the beasts, the horde of nature... whatever nature this world possessed. As he lay on his back, surrounded by the dead, he could still see the door, high above. There was nothing for it, he clambered and grabbed onto ornaments and decoration, some that would not hold for long. Grabbing a tassle from the wall as leverage, he launched himself up to hang from the doorframe, clambering up, to find a corridor on the other side. before the crash, it reached across to either side of the ship, lined with windows. As it was now, they reached top to bottom, with both ends torn apart, revealing the sky above and dry long grass below. Most of the windows had shattered, but the frames remained and would have to suffice as a climbing frame. Asia was well aware of his life in his hands, and his mind thinking only ahead, ignoring all else, intentionally blank of other information lest he realises what's going on again.
He began to climb.