ISLAND

CHAPTER THREE: ISLAND

The songs of birds overhead was enough to wake up a dead body, coupled with the crashing waves along the shores of the beach. Broken pieces and floated parts of the plane were pushed on to the shore along with bags, boxes and clothes laid waste on the sand of the beach.

Lucas's eyes shot open as he coughed out water from his lungs, before crawling away from the crashing waves onto the beach, panting and gasping for air as he struggled to keep his mind from wandering

His eyes scanned the scenery around him, taking in the trees that stretched into miles and miles of darkness and then turning to stare at the ocean which stretched so far, with no view of land in sight. He winced at the pain throbbing from his right shoulder as he tried to crawl even further away from the water behind him. He turned to sit on the sand and then it hit him.

The memory crashing into him, like the way the plane crashed into the ocean. The broken parts of the plane now sit plainly in front of him, as he ran his unbroken hand through his wet damp hair.

After the sudden declaration from the pilot in his cockpit that the plane was falling, everything else seemed to move in slow motion and before he knew it, they were submerged in water. The glass shattered from the intense pressure, sending chards flying across the plane, with one sniping the side of his cheek leaving a rather nasty bloody scar on his face.

Asides the dislocated shoulder, slashed cheek and busted lip he seemed to be okay but can he say the same about his professors and the rest of the Misthaven bunch?

He pushed himself up from the sand, holding himself back from screaming at the intense pain his body was just subjected to, holding his right shoulder with his left hand and staggering towards the water to look for anything or in this case, anyone.

“Elijah” He yelled at the top of his voice “Owen… Milo… Evan… Ava… Caleb…” He screamed but there was no answer. The only thing he could hear was the crashing waves and his voice echoing back to him

“Where the fuck are you guys?” He yelled out again but there was still no response.

He groaned as he turned back and returned to the spot where he sat and watched and waited for someone to maybe pop out of the water or call out his name like he did others just now. But there was nothing and there was no one.

“I don't think I'm the only one that survived the crash” He thought to himself “I can't be the only one”

Yet again, groaning in pain as he forced himself up from the ground, he moved carefully over to the bags and clothes floating on the surface of the water, pulling each item with care and then tossing them behind him, onto shore.

He was at it for a while clearing out the shallow water and rescuing any and every useful item he could lay his one good hand on, before lifting his head to watch the current of the ocean pull everything else away.

“Maybe someone one would see the clothes or plane debris and follow the trail back to the island” He thought hopefully before going back to land

“Is anybody out there?” He called out loudly again

But this time his cries didn't go unanswered “Lucas?” The voice called out to him “Is that you?”

“Oh shit it's Owen” He said joyfully “Owen is that you?”

“Yeah” Owen responded and then walked into sight, from the trees behind him

He turned his head around to meet Owen who had the same level of injury as he did, the only difference is that Owen lacked a dislocated shoulder, but obtained a sprained ankle instead as he limped to Lucas's side “It’s so good to see someone else” Owen said pulling him into a hug “It felt like forever. I thought I was the only one that made it”