Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Nora Reid- Hope (c)

The Wilds One Shot

After a few days of being trapped on an island in the middle of nowhere without much hope for escape unless someone happened to fly past in a plane, or a ship came close to the island, but you had given up on either of those happening. All you could do was focus on survival, that's all you had energy for. Some of the other survivors still held onto hope that rescue was reasonable, but a few were in your boat and knew that finding a way to thrive and live on the island was all you could do if you wanted any form of hope for a future.

You sat on the cliff, hugging your knees and looking out to sea. An expansive blue blanket off into the horizon, a world away that you never thought that you would be able to see again. Nora had joined you at the edge of the cliff with her journal in hand. Everyone had a way of coping, you looked out to sea, desperate to see something other than waves, whilst she constantly scribbled in her journal to keep some form of normality in her life.

"Do you think we will ever see our homes again?" You whispered, partially asking yourself but also to ask Nora.

"We might, our families will still be looking for us, between them all there will be some resources. All we can hope is that we didn't crash too far off the original flight path."

You weren't sure if her words were meant to be reassuring for you because if anything that destroyed your hope, well the only last bit that you kept clinging onto.

"How much have you read about survival stories like ours? Do you know much about people in unlikely survival situations?"

She offered you a sympathetic look, trying to pick her words wisely for what she was to tell you.

"I've not read that much about it, I think it's probably for the best though, I don't think any of us want to know the statistics for things like this. I'd imagine we've already beat the odds to have lived this long after such an ordeal, anything past that is probably beyond what we want to know," she explained.

"Maybe we'll be able to learn about that once we're home, if we ever get home again," you sighed.

"We've just got to keep hope," she assured you before turning her attention back to her journal.

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Written by Charlotte.