Fix Your Fucking Attitude : Karl Heisenberg

Alone

Fix Your Fucking Attitude
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Tw: Suicidal thoughts, Blood, Gore, Foul language, violence.

You awoke to a pounding in your head. You gingerly touched your head and hissed, it was very tender, you quickly withdrew your hand. Blood caked on your palm.

You groaned as you tried to sit up. Your whole body felt broken and bruised.

You tried to move your left arm to only be met with excruciating pain. You screamed and clutched it. It was either broken or dislocated.

You couldn't tell, it was dusk out. You must have been out the whole night and day. Your vision swam as you took in your surroundings.

You were in a grand forest, it smelled of pine and smoke. You couldn't hear or see anyone. You were completely alone.

The wind shifted through the trees, it was peaceful but also ominous. It was very quiet; unnatural for a forest. Something wasn't quite right here. You had a feeling it wasn't safe here after dark.

You shivered and rubbed your arms. It was only early march, but you were freezing. You were most likely going into shock. You needed to find your team.

You gritted your teeth as you propped your self up against a good sized boulder behind you. It was no doubt the one you crashed into as you could see your blood spatters decorated it's surface.

You tried to take some deep breaths and calm your heart. It still didn't feel right. You deduced it would probably be a bad idea to use your powers any time soon.

You took the time to see what all you had on you. You were incredibly lucky. You had a small flashlight, A small but sharp pocket knife, a small lighter, Your phone but it was extremely cracked and dead. And finally your pistol.

It was securely strapped to your right thigh in a military grade holster. You thanked your lucky stars you had put the safety on before strapping it on. If you hadn't it most likely would have gone off during your tumble.

All you had was the loaded magazine inside your pistol and one spare. You had to be selective about how you used it until you found your team. Or else it could get very ugly for you.

You had to fix your arm. You did the best you could with what you had. You used your pocket knife to rip the bottom of your shirt making strips of cloth. You then grabbed a sturdy stick. You tested it and it seemed to be durable for the moment. You used it all to form a sling for your arm.

You groaned as you stood up and carefully tested your legs. They were bruised to hell and back but they weren't broken.

You saw a obvious crash trail a little away, torn trees and smoke decorated the area. You knew if you followed it; You would find the plane and hopefully your crew.

You moved at a slow pace to keep from straining your heart. You hopped down to where the plane had come through. Broken trees and pieces of metal littered the area.

You casually walked following the trail of destruction the plane had left. The sun was setting and fast. You hoped you would make it before nightfall.

You didn't know how long you had walked before you found the plane but when you found it the sun barely peaked above the tree line.

You called out but no one answered. You looked around. No one was there. The plane had been picked clean. This was no doubt the work of your team. They were alive!

Your smile quickly faded as you spotted fresh mounds of upturned dirt. In total there were Six.

You felt a sadness fall over you as you carefully examined the graves.