Post by Sam1444 on Aug 5, 2012 15:53:43 GMT -5
You stride through LAX until you find your airplane terminal, and you hurry onto the plane, clutching your carry-on bag. Little do you know that these and the clothes on your back will be your only possessions. You sit down and immediately lean back to take a nap. You can't wait to get to Mexico.
Several hours later, you are woken up by a shout and a flashing red light. The pilot's voice, crackly with a weak connection, comes in over the intercom: "It seems we are experiencing technical difficulties- the plane is going down- floatation device and parachute under your seat-" The intercom crackles loudly and then falls completely silent. You can feel gravity pulling you down as the plane tilts downward, falling towards the ocean and gathering speed. With shaking fingers, you pull out your floatation device and grab your carry-on bag, ignoring the commotion on the rest of the airplane. You move toward the emergency exit door and throw it open just as the plane hits the water, and the interior rapidly fills with the salty stuff. You hurl yourself out into the ocean and feel other bodies smacking against you as more people follow. It's dark outside, the only light coming from the flaming airplane and the flickering lightbulbs inside of it as well as the full moon and twinkling stars up in the sky. You don't have time to admire the view, though. You notice the airplane is rapidly sinking, and you swim away, unwilling to get caught and forced down with it.
"Look! Over there!" a voice cries, and you glance over to see a fairly pretty girl with brunette hair pointing at a smudge on the horizon. "An island!" Everyone eagerly begins to swim toward it.
Several hours later, you stagger up the shore and collapse on the cool sand, where you fall asleep instantly, exhausted.
~
"Look! He/she is waking up!" you hear somebody whisper. You blink your eyes open, hoping that it was just a dream, but no; you see the wide blue sky spread around you and feel the sand in your hair. You become aware of a slender shape leaning over you, and the young woman from earlier smiles shyly down at you.
"We were afraid you wouldn't make it," she explains. Then her expression becomes troubled. "A lot of people didn't." She shakes her head, as if warding off the bad emotions, and rises to her feet, extending a hand to you. "Well, come on, then! We may as well make the most of this beautiful island while we're here."
You accept your help and stand up warily, gazing around you. Just beside you lies the clear blue ocean, and you're standing on the white sand of the beach. Several yards away there is a thin line of trees and many more trees behind those; a rainforest. You can see a mountain or two off in the distance. You had landed on a beautiful island. You smile; maybe this won't be too bad after all.
Several hours later, you are woken up by a shout and a flashing red light. The pilot's voice, crackly with a weak connection, comes in over the intercom: "It seems we are experiencing technical difficulties- the plane is going down- floatation device and parachute under your seat-" The intercom crackles loudly and then falls completely silent. You can feel gravity pulling you down as the plane tilts downward, falling towards the ocean and gathering speed. With shaking fingers, you pull out your floatation device and grab your carry-on bag, ignoring the commotion on the rest of the airplane. You move toward the emergency exit door and throw it open just as the plane hits the water, and the interior rapidly fills with the salty stuff. You hurl yourself out into the ocean and feel other bodies smacking against you as more people follow. It's dark outside, the only light coming from the flaming airplane and the flickering lightbulbs inside of it as well as the full moon and twinkling stars up in the sky. You don't have time to admire the view, though. You notice the airplane is rapidly sinking, and you swim away, unwilling to get caught and forced down with it.
"Look! Over there!" a voice cries, and you glance over to see a fairly pretty girl with brunette hair pointing at a smudge on the horizon. "An island!" Everyone eagerly begins to swim toward it.
Several hours later, you stagger up the shore and collapse on the cool sand, where you fall asleep instantly, exhausted.
~
"Look! He/she is waking up!" you hear somebody whisper. You blink your eyes open, hoping that it was just a dream, but no; you see the wide blue sky spread around you and feel the sand in your hair. You become aware of a slender shape leaning over you, and the young woman from earlier smiles shyly down at you.
"We were afraid you wouldn't make it," she explains. Then her expression becomes troubled. "A lot of people didn't." She shakes her head, as if warding off the bad emotions, and rises to her feet, extending a hand to you. "Well, come on, then! We may as well make the most of this beautiful island while we're here."
You accept your help and stand up warily, gazing around you. Just beside you lies the clear blue ocean, and you're standing on the white sand of the beach. Several yards away there is a thin line of trees and many more trees behind those; a rainforest. You can see a mountain or two off in the distance. You had landed on a beautiful island. You smile; maybe this won't be too bad after all.