It's just us now. (Good wirter please PAFP)

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    So this story is about two people who get on a plane, on the way there something goes wrong with the engine and the plane crashes. By a stroke of luck, my char and your's survive. They are stuck in a jungle, and must make it to civilization. They will face hardships, dangerous Animals, and ruthless tribes.



    Please submit what your char looks like, and age, they can be anywere from 18-25, and a picture or description is fine.

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    Anival sat back and rubbed his temples. He was finally going home and enjoying a break. After serving as a peacekeeper in NATO, he was looking forward to bullets not flying by his head or people shouting at him that he was unwanted in their homeland. Anival plugged in his ear buds and played some music, already planning on taking a nap before they got to the airport were he would board another plane.



    OOC: My char is 22.

    Grace looked out the window of the plane. A small formed on her lips. For as long as she could remember she loved plane rides. Like a child Grace watched the clouds and thought about what they looked like. She leaned back and took out a book, The Hunger Games Catching Fire. Grace had read this book thousands of times, but she always came back to read it again. Plus, it was a long plane ride and she had to do something. She was on the plane coming back from a 'break from home' as her parents called it. Grace looked around at all the passengers on the plane before reading again.

    The pilot sat in his seat, now just enjoying the ride, the plane was cruising at its peak, and the autopilot was engaged. He was telling his co-worker a dirty joke, and just enjoying the job. Out of nowhere the auto-pilot self disengaged and three red lights started to blink. The co-pilot quickly stopped laughing and started to check the gauges. He was about to radio the watchtower when an engine blew from the left wing.


    "May day, May day, this is flight 183 in route z23w, en route to Jersey. Engine failure, repeat engine failure. We are going down near -" It was all he had time to say before the cockpit exploded.


    Anival was having good sleep when he heard a muffled explosion. He was instantly awake. After spending four years in a warzone he was always alert for those things. He saw other passengers looking around, a worried expression on their faces. Another explosion, this one louder and closer. The airplanes started to fall nose-first. He fastened his seat-belt and waited for impact.

    Grace panicked as the pilot's voice came on the inter com. She fastened her seat belt and held onto her book. Why is this happening?! Was the thought that ran through her mind over and over. From what she saw all the other passengers were panicking, and she couldn't blame them. Grace regretted looking out the window. They were falling at like 50 miles per hour, per minute even! She felt sick as the ground soon appeared. Impact would come soon. She wouldn't survive this. Heck, all the people on the plane wouldn't survive this. It would be a miracle to live.

    Anival remembered three things from the crash. His last thoughts, the impact, and the reactions.


    His last thoughts were of how well he lived his life. He had finished school, done his duty to his country, and never wronged anyone. His only regret was not having more time. Everyone reacted differently, some people hugged their loved ones, some made calls, and others ran around screaming. It was almost a movie-like state. The impact was another thing all together. The plane had to have been going at a deadly speed, and when it met the ground, the ground won. He remembered bouncing around, a huge bolt of pain erupting from feet to the top of his head. Next, he remembered a strong pain, and people bouncing around, including him. Then the noise, the twisting metal made a loud grinding noise, like that of nails on a chalkboard. Then he remembered blackness creeping up on his vision, and he was dead.



    Or so he had thought. He woke up somewhere under a tree canopy, parts of the airplane around him, and bodies littered the ground. He sat up slowly, an incredible headache saluted his return to life. He could feel blood pulsing behind his head. He stood and tasted copper. Blood was running from a gash above his eyebrow.

    Grace remembered praying to God to keep her family safe before blacking out. The plane hadn't met the ground when this happened, but she had given up. Why fight for your life when you knew it was gone? Grace remembered hearing screams of families, children, everyone. It was very upsetting, a regular plane flight becoming a death trap, and she was in it. Even though she was unconscious, she could feel the plane smash against the ground. Funny, how something so safe could kill you. A while later Grace woke up. She painfully stood, but fell down. An expression of horror overcame her face as she looked at her leg. It was bent sideways, and had gashes all over it. Grace looked around horrified at what she saw. There were dead bodies everywhere, and blood. She gagged, feeling sick. Something caught her eye as she observed the area. A man, alive! Grace crawled over plane parts, until she was a yard away from him. "Hey! Over here! Are you alright?" She called to the man. She watched hoping the man would reply.

    Anival heard a holler and turned around. Somebody else lived? He walked in the direction and saw a girl, he walked up to her and noticed her leg was in bad shape. "Hang on, I'm going to go get the first aid kit." He ran to the plane, knowing from those cuts she could bleed out. He ran over to the plane, nearly falling in the process. Once he got to the quarter of the plane that was available, he noticed several stations with the first aid symbol, most of which were horrible destroyed. He found an area that had been locked but was now open and looked inside. There was a gun, and a duffel bag that said first aid. He grabbed both and ran back. He knelt and opened the bag. "Here bite down on this, it's going to hurt." He said giving here a peice of rubber he had found. He was going to stitch up, and straighten her leg.

    Thank goodness! This man was kind. Grace watched as he scrambled about trying to find a medical kit. Relief washed over her as he found one. Grace straightened up as he came over, trying not to seem helpless. Grace nodded as the man gave her a piece of rubber. "Thank you for helping me.." She said softly and took the piece of rubber. Grace felt nervous, she had never damadged a body part like this and felt quite scared. She held the piece of rubber near to her mouth and watched the man.

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    "Put that in your mouth, and bite on it." He said all business, he had done this around four other times, not much experience, but better than none. He ripped her pant leg all the way to he upper thigh and poured peroxide on her leg, then water. He was a bit shocked at the numerous cuts, but said nothing. He rubbed the area with topical anesthetic, and started to stitch the bigger cuts. It was a long process, and he didn't look at her once, he was sure she had probably passed out by now. After he had finished the stitching he straightened her leg and placed a makeshift brace. There was low light when he finished. He turned to her. "I'll be back." He ran off again, this time to gather wood and tree branches. Once that was done, he returned to the plane, and took the shirts off of four bodies. He murmured apologies to the dead and walked back. He threw the wood close to the plane, and started making a stretcher to take her to the plane.


    OOC: Sheleter and fire :p

    (Off to a good start!)


    Grace bit down on the rubber hard. He was right, it hurt. Tears threatened to fall down her face, but she held them in. A muffled squeal escaped her mouth and she began to feel faint. Grace stayed strong, she couldn't seem weak. Correction, she couldn't be weak. Who knew what could be out in the wilderness? Grace bit down harder as he stitched the deeper wounds on her leg. It felt like time had slowed down and it would take forever for this process to end. Grace felt sick as she observed some of her wounds. Some were deep, some were small, and some were a bit of both. But the thing that sickened her most was how her leg was turned. It seemed as if her whole leg had been twisted around. Grace felt even worse as he finished. Why you might ask? Well the pain was still fresh, and seeing her leg straightened with the old image of her leg made her feel bad. She nodded and watched him leave. Grace let out a pained sigh. She watched him work curiously, she had never been in such a situation before, and it felt reasurring to know someone experienced was with her.

    "Ok, I'm going to move you to the plane, it will be makeshift cover for now, but it will hurt moving you ok?" he said in a gentle voice. If he was with his unit he would have said it in a stronger voice, but here, especially in this situation he wanted to give of a brave face. He went behind her and but her on the stretcher. He admired her bravery, not many people would still be conscious after all that she had endured, and many more would have lost it knowing they were stranded. He laid her down gently and started to haul the stretcher to the wreckage of the plane. Once there he stopped and went in, he ripped off as many seats as he could and made a bed of sorts, then went to collect her and put her on the 'mattress'. After he did so, he started working on his own wound, a gash on his forearm, and the cut above his brow. "Whats your name?" he asked the young lady while stitching up his arm.

    "Okay.." She said quietly. Grace was literally sick of pain. Grace hoped she seemed brave. But it was clear she was in pain. Once again, the man was right. She winced and recoiled in pain as she was loaded onto the stretcher. Grace studied her surroundings. It seemed to be a desert island. Completely deserted.. Was her best guess. Grace watched as he made a makeshift bed. This man seemed skilled, had he been in a situation like this before? She hoped so, for he would know what to do. Grace winced as she was put onto the 'bed', but felt relived to rest. She looked at him when he asked for her name "I'm Grace.. What's your name?" She asked curiously.

    "I'm Anival." was his curt reply. He stopped stitching his arm, it was almost impossible to reach it right, it was only a small gash, but still he wanted to stop the bleeding. He looked at Grace, and noticed she was wincing every couple of seconds. He rummaged through the first aid kit and found some codeine. "Take one." He said estimating her age, weight and the dosage. "When your pain is gone, can you stitch this up for me? It's real easy, sorta like fixing a ripped cuff."

    "Nice to meet you Anival.. Although I wish we could've met in a better way." She sighed. Grace watched as he attempted to stitch up a small gash. It seemed unnecessary, but it was bleeding a lot. Grace gave a small smile when he offered to codeine. "Thank you." Was her reply as she took the medicine. Although the young lady was not the biggest fan of medicine, she took it any way. Grace swallowed, holding a gag. "I can do it right now, I'm not in too much pain." She offered scooting towards him.

    Anival nodded and handed her the needle. "Just two 'X' shaped threads will be good. Just to help the skin knit." He turned so his arm was at a better angle. "Don't put it in too deep or it will cause more damage than it's fixing." He hoped she wasn't squeamish, he hated the feeling of putting a needle through human skin. "Ok, I'm ready." He said taking in a breath, good he hated pain.

    Grace gently took the needle and looked at the gash. She had never done this before, but she had watched her mother sew, and she had sewn stuff before. Grace slowly lowered the needle to his arm and began to stitch the gash together. She knew it probably hurt, but Anival seemed tough. Grace finished the first 'X' shaped thread and began the second one.

    Anival inspected her handy work when she had finished, she had gone a little deeper than necessary on the second one, but said nothing. "Thank you." He said laying back and taking a shaky breath."So, where were you coming from?" He asked her trying to make conversation and find out how much she knew, that difference would save him time, or bring them back.

    "I was coming from Panama City. I know I could've driven there, but my parents said 'Oh no, go on a plane ride.' Well, that turned out well." She said with a small sigh. Talking about her parents made Grace sad. She could've been home by now, well probably. She didn't really know how long she was out.


    (Did I answer his question right? I understand it, but I just don't know if I answered it right..)