An estimated 60 to 80 passengers, strapped to their seats, presumably drowned.

I was one of a dozen passengers strapped in the dark belly of this aircraft, confined to a windowless bench seat.

He came out with the first passenger strapped to his body by a harness.

Much of the plane and the passengers strapped inside would have disintegrated from the terrible weight and velocity of the impact and the igniting of the jet fuel, which would have caused another explosion bare seconds later, before thirty feet of dirt and rubble combined for an airtight mass grave.

Although the pod was intended to accommodate eight, that was with all the passengers strapped to the walls, hanging in zero gravity, not roaming freely.

A gang of four seats, the passengers still strapped in, wedged into the smaller entry hole, partly blocking the hole and causing more suction at the larger exit hole on the starboard side.

The passengers strapped into them are already comatose or dead.

Kenjo drove the sled at its maximum speed, passengers and supplies securely strapped in safety harnesses.