In An Instant

My Campsite

I put the goggles on my head. I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair. I always like roller-coasters so I can't say that I didn't enjoy sky-diving. I pulled the red strap and felt a thrust. I held on to every memory I had of him. The abuse, His smile. Once I hit the ground, there was a large BOOM! I spin around and started to run in that direction. Once I hit the area, everything was in flames. No...no survivors. That was too much. I spun around and went back for my parachute. It could be used for so many things. A tent, clothes, a trap. I wanted to be a fashion designer when I grew up but obviously that wasn't going to happen. I walked around the forest, doing the usual survival stuff. Reading my survival book, looking for a good campsite. Finally finding one, I placed down my bags, got out my pocketknife and started to looking for sticks and rocks. Finding enough supplies, I started making a fire, close enough but far from my tent. I pitched up my tent and turned on my mini lantern.
Reaching once again in my survival pack, I pulled out a slim Jim and hungrily started gnawing at it, hoping that there weren't any wolves around. I took out my phone and checked the battery. 85%. I took a selfie and posted it on Instagram with a caption saying; #survivorofaplanecrash. I turned off my phone but put down the brightness. I watched as the sun go down and let my thoughts wander. Where am I? Am I gonna live? Am I on the news? Does anyone know I'm missing? I scooted closer to my bags for comfort and drifted asleep.