Crashing Down

-Sits on the log, pulling out my machete knife and puts it back in- Okay... That beastie better not show up.. Anytime soon... -Muttering-

- looks up - beasties..?

-Scratches back of head- Ummm... I was just sayin' some stuff. Ya know, the heat and all this madness...

'Great Shelby, even these damn Americans don't know what's happening... Or soon to come.'

-Rubs my head- Think you could stitch this cut? -Looks at my bloodied hand-

- looks at her suspiciously - yeah.. i can stitch it.. - takes out a first aid from the plane and walks towards her -

-Rolls eyes-

'Dad won't be happy....'

-Moves backpack behind me, so it's not visble and what information and weapons I have inside it can't be seen-

- washes the cut, and starts to stitch - i didn't see you on the plane.. where you first class?

-Bites lip thinking but nods- Yes, I was..... Before the plane broke in half, I was hit in the head and knocked out of it..

'I hate lying, but that's me...'

-Looks at the ground, feeling some blood trickle down my face-

I see... - says to self: but there was no first class.. It was one of those cheap planes. -

(Dang you're onto me! Save it later xD)

-Nods-

*Sits up and opens bag*

"Huh..."

*Takes out binoculars and GPS*

( i will)

-finishes the stitches, and gets up - you're good to go. - walks back to the luggage -

((No fair u_u''))

-Wakes up under seat, groans and crawls out, feeling cuts and bruises throbbing.-
What the Hell happened?
-All can remember is screaming, takes bag and narrows eyes, mostly everything is broken, attempts to get up but stumbles back-

- hears something in the plane, gets up and walks in, looking for any survivors -

-Keeps sitting on log, staring at the plane parts-

- sees the girl on the ground, helps her up and walks her out of the plane. then grabs my bag, and looks around. - now what?

-Stands up- Find more survivors, help the wounded.. All we can do at the moment.

- looks around - done. i'm going to take a look around the island.. i'll be right back. - picks up a long bag, and walks towards the jungle -

-Thinks: Damn it.. Dad's group is gonna find him.- I'm coming, either you like it or not. -Walks behind him-

i work alone.. - moves a bush a little and looks around -

-Keeps following and takes out knife putting it to his throat- You don't know who I am..

you're right.... i don't. - puts my blade on her thigh, making sure she knows i have it, and slides it up to her stomach -

-Narrows eyes and hears a slight noise, my eyes widen and murmers- Get down..

- is about to say something, but remembers the knife at my throat, and kneels down -

-Hears a roar as a black smoke type of thing races by, trees falling. I drop the knife and fall ontop of Jones, sheltering him inside a tree- Stay quiet..

- stays still, breathing slowly, and very quietly -