The Long Dark // Greta Van Fleet

Day 1 - Plane Crash

Hi! I've had nothing but excitement for this story since I began writing it. You may have seen my trailer I made for it on my ig/yt/tiktok account "@army_from_the_fires" and if you were wondering if the fic is as good as that trailer, I did my best! What you're going to read is a thrilling action survival story, (completely fiction) based on the game "The Long Dark." My characters are the members from the band Greta Van fleet, and as you read, you will see how they survive in a harsh environment. None of the medical procedures/ailments/injuries in this story are completely realistic, Though they're as realistic as a fan fiction writer like me can make them. If any of this happened in real life they might honestly be dead from all this. I also apologies for any typos I may have missed while editing. Bear with me as you read, as this is the most challenging thing I've written, and I learn as I go. I hope you enjoy this story, and I will do my best to continue with updates as frequently as I can! I'm a h u g e fan of the angst, and the fictional world of The Long Dark. :)

TW: blood, gore, angst, pain, violence, animal attacks, death, slaughter, hunting, mental health struggles and possibly mentions of suicide in the future, stuff like that.
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Chapter One: Plane Crash
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Joshua awoke in a daze. His surroundings were blurry, groaning as he came to. He was chilled to the bone, as he lay in the snow, when suddenly, a terrible fiery sensation emitted from his right hand.
Lifting the limb to his view, his eyes widened in horror, seeing the metal rod through his hand. He flipped it over and gawked at it, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. He knew he had to pull it out, and before so, he tore off a long piece of cloth from his shirt with his left hand and his teeth. Desperately trying to think no more than "see", and "do", he found his left hand wrapped around this foreign object.
"Shit shit shit." He repeated, blowing out sharp exhales to motivate him to pull such a large piece of metal out of his hand.  He screamed as he began to pull. He grossly underestimated just how much strength it would take to draw it out, and he kept increasing his tugging force as it tore its way through him, putting up quite a fight until it was innately expelled from the hand of the wounded man. He hastily wrapped the torn piece of cloth around the wound to stop the bleeding, and then began to weep.
Seeing the plane not far from him in pieces, he began to lose whatever sliver of sense he still had in him, as he fell fear-stricken by the horrid, jagged scene. He realized what a miracle it was to be alive. As his sobs turned to frightened whimpers, he finally picked himself up. His first instinct was to find the first aid kit.
Staggering to the plane, he winced and cried in agony with every step of the left foot. It was sprained. He was in critical condition, or so he thought. And when he discovered that the part of the plane with the kit had been flung somewhere far away, he cursed, half detached, as his second instinct kicked in to turn around and find his brothers.

Samuel opened his eyes to a bright blue sky, and felt his cheeks, bitten with bitter cold air. He had remembered where he was just moments before, and it was warm, and lighthearted. This was not where he was supposed to be. Sitting up, he felt the wetness of his own blood seeping through his torn shirt. He lifted his right arm to examine the damage, and taking off his top layer, he tied it around him, sealing the wound as best as possible for the moment.
His head moved slowly, as he looked around for signs of life. All he saw was fiery rubble, and shimmering snow. The sun burned bright above him, though failing to warm him. He remained sitting in the snow, helpless as to what to do.

Jacob gasped awake, immediately aware of the situation.
"Holy fuck. Plane crash." He kept repeating out of order. He frantically darted around, and in an attempt to stand, felt like his leg was dangling from his body. A blood-curdling scream could be heard, making crows in the distance fly away. He dropped back to the ground, bruising his elbow. He looked around to see Daniel, about thirty feet from him, lying helplessly just as he was nearly a minute ago.
"Danny!" He grunted, clenching his jaw, and digging his nails into the frozen earth as tears of pain streamed down his face. He began to drag himself towards his brother. He could stand with his left leg at least, and combined with the crawling, he was able to reach him, where he clung to him with all his might, and shook him alive.
"Danny, wake up, wake up." He sobbed. Danny slowly came to, and realized what had happened, as he groaned in pain, placing his hand on his head where it was injured. Jake realized the head trauma he had endured, and before anything else, he ran a test, seeing if the damage was anything to worry about.
"Can you tell me your name?" he gulped.
"Danny."
"What's my name?" Jake held his breath, waiting for Danny's response.
"Jake." Danny replied, as he began to observe his surroundings in a dazed state. Jake had one less thing to worry about, knowing Daniel was conscious.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he began checking the rest of his body for wounds.
"Jake, our plane crashed." he grabbed onto him, "my head hurts like hell."
"I know, I know, we're gonna get you somewhere safe." Jake finished checking him for wounds, glad to only find cuts and bruises. Jake began to wonder how long the were laying unconscious. "Can you stand?" he asked, and that's when Danny caught a glimpse of the horribly large rod protruding out of the leg of his brother.
"Holy shit, Jake!" he began to panic. That's when Jake remembered to attend to his own wounds. A flannel laid nearby, and he scooped it up before tearing it and tying it the best that he could around the entering and exit wounds. He'd never seen so much blood secreting from his own body. Danny was horrified at the scene, but Jake kept his head.
"Im okay," He turned to Danny, tightening the cloth around his leg, his eyes glossy with pain. Suddenly, they heard a call from many yards away.
"Jake, Sam, Danny!" They heard Josh's voice. Danny urged them both to stand, and rose to his feet first, helping Jake up with him.
"This fucking hurts!" He cursed and vented as Danny put his arm on his shoulders.
"Don't think, it'll only make it worse."
Josh finally emerged from behind the right wing of the plane, and into view. The twins cried to each other in sync, as Danny did his best to unite the two. Josh ran to them and pulled them into a hug. They exchanged blood before Josh pulled away and noticed the severity of Jake's leg.
"Jake-" Josh felt a lump form in his throat.
"I'm okay, let's find sam!" He yelled, waving away the time it would have wasted to talk about the injury. Josh immediately dipped under Jake's other arm, and together, they served as crutches as they began the search for Sam.