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Chapter 1: Waking up

When my eyes opened, I fell forward, with a dangerously painful headache, and the sun, somehow burning through my eyelids. "How..." I thought to myself, as we had been hurtling to the ground but a moment before, and now I was left stranded in what looked to be a desert with the sun in my eyes. Half of the plane had been ripped, leaving me with no water, stuck in a seat right before rippage. My legs were dangling, about fifteen feet below me was solid ground, and all around me were either empty seats, or seats with stains of blood and mangled bodies. My first thought was that we had crashed, and that the police were on their way, but when the sun blared in my eyes again, I decided that that probably wasn't happening. My laptop, luckily, looked to have been damaged only by the battery, where I knew I had an extra in case I dropped it. But when I checked my luggage container, both batteries had corroded. Even my phone wasn't working. My clothes had been almost fully destroyed, and since the storm seemed to have dissipated so long ago, I guessed that there was nobody coming for a while. My only chance was to go in search of anybody else, and when I went to the back of the plane, where the lower class usually stayed, I heard a bit of rustling from a seat in the back. I walked a bit slower feeling my heart get a bit faster with each beat, up until adrenaline almost fully stopped time, and I saw him. He was Short, with a scruffy beard, and what looked to be biker clothes. With a nice leather jacket with the words Harley Davidson on the back, and large Cargo-like Jeans he must've sewn himself. He was clearly asleep, with a large red spot on the right side of his head. I had guessed he was knocked out by flying luggage. I nudged him, and his eyes shot open. He got up so quick, he was like a dagger, and soon he changed from being smaller than me to a larger, screaming giant barely missing the roof of the seven foot tall hallway. When he saw me, he started asking questions, and by the looks of it, he was still in shock from the fall. "Who are you? Where are we? What do you want?" He went by so fast I stumbled on my own words and grew nervous again. "I- d- uhh... Hi, my name is Mason, but other than that, I- I don't know." I watch his gears turn in his head, and then see him calm down. He talks to me more calmly, and says he needs some time. "The names Peter, by the way."