May 12th, 1940
I woke up to blurred vision. When I blinked all I saw before me was blue and green intermingling with each other. And as I blinked more, the colors started to separate and I could make out my surroundings. There was a huge, dark forest sitting behind me and a vast blue ocean moving in front of me. With a sharp inhale, came the smell of trapped heat in the wilderness and the breeze of the ocean air. The smell was overwhelmingly contradicting, but it defined what I was seeing. However, I was taken aback with the detail my eyes were spotting. On the beach I saw derbies from the crashed plane and bodies that lay limp in the sand or water. My heart aced when I finally realized the situation.
Before, when I awoke I thought it was all a dream, but reality has been slowly creeping in. I quickly scrambled to my feet, my body aching in spots I don't remember ever hurting. My heart started to beat faster, my breath quickened. I felt faint but I couldn't sit down. Instead I shut my eyes tight and collectively started to breath in and out as my memories started to flood back. I remembered closing my book and looking out the window. The great blue ocean was the only color I remember seeing and then black. I remembered hearing screams as the plane increased it speed. The rest of my memory was blank as if it was too painful to remember.
After I let myself calm down, I opened my eyes once more. The bodies that laid on the beach were either dead or unconscious. I didn't know them, so I didn't pity them. I felt as if I should have felt sorry for the dead, but I just couldn't mourn. I don't feel bad for feeling this way, but to think that those dead bodies could have been me... It frightens me. I am very scared to see how tomorrow will be.
~Its only morning, Day 1
Rue
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May 12th, 1940
In this situation I should have felt sad. My heart should have started to pound in my chest, but when I awoke, those feelings didn't exist. All I could think about was how happy I was that my grandmother didn't come along. Even though I had begged her prior to taking off, she insisted that I go alone. I knew if she would have came, there would have been a pretty slim chance that she was going to live.But I didn't want to think about this junk anymore, because I knew if I did, those feelings I didn't wake up with would stab at me. So instead I figured I would go exploring.
I was still inside the plane. Or what was left of the plane. I knew what had happened, I was awake for most of it. Up until the impact did I go unconscious. I knew I didn't have too many injuries, just some scratches and bruises. Though I did have a deep gash from my cheek bone to ear lobe. But that had stopped bleed, for the most part. It stung a little in the salty air when I poked my head into the pilot's cabin. The nose of the plane slammed into the ground and crushed half of the cabin (Sadly the pilot was dead). The top of the cabin, however, was split open, as if the impact was so hard that the plane had no other choice than to split like a banana. I thought it was a funny concept.
I grabbed the first aid kit that was laying on the floor by, what was left of the pilots lower half and I climbed out of the cabin from the split at the top. When I climbed all the way out, I had to squint. The morning sun was so bright. When I opened my eyes, my heart nearly stopped. It was beautiful! I felt like I was taking a step into paradise. I could live here my whole life... but on second thought, It seems like I don't have a choice at the moment.
I jumped down from the top of the plane. Half of it was buried in the sand so it wasn't a huge jump. But on impact with the ground, my left knee felt like someone had taken an knife and shoved it in my leg. My scream pierced paradise for a moment before my laughter took over. Don't get me wrong, I was still in a heap of pain, but for some reason I thought that moment was funny.
By the time the pain went away and my laughter had died down, I now had the chance to examine what lay before me. Bodies laid scattered along with parts of the plane. It seemed like no one was awake yet. It was that or everyone was dead. But I didn't believe everyone was dead. So, I got curious. When I took a step forward I stumbled and fell. The pain rushed back, but this time I bit my lip. When the pain finally settled, I knew my knee was in bad shape. Though I didn't want to look at the damage. Luckily for me there was a beach stick laying a few feet in front of me. I dragged my body to it and grabbed a hold of it.
I got up again and started to walk, using the stick as a crutch. Pain still shot up my leg, but I wasn't going to let that hold me back. And even though I had the first aid kid in one hand, I know that someone else would probably in worst shape than me. And that's when I started to shift through the bodies. I stood over them and poked them with my stick "Hello?!" I practically yelled at the bodies. I would let the l's hold longer in my mouth. All the bodies I had approached had been dead. Not one survivor yet.
I am still searching for survivors, but I have a whole beach to cover
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