(This is my first story on here so...I hope you like it.)
Jack groaned, all he felt was pain everywhere on his body. He slowly sat up and winced as bright sunlight blinded him along with the pain. Once he gained his vison back he scanned his ocean blue eyes around his surroundings, he saw that he was in a destroyed plane, half of it was gone and dead bodies were crushed with the remaining seats. The young Irish man shakily got up, he was glad he surrvied the horrible crash but then felt sadness and fear that he was the only one that was alive. He stepped out of the plane and saw that he was in a forest, "Fuck...stranded alone in a forest after a plane crash...booper dooper." the green haired 26 year old said sarcastically then looked at his body, he was covered in bruises and scratches but no severe injuries. Jack looked up and saw a small pond infront of him, he sighed, "Might as well clean myself." he said, then he took his clothes off and laid them on a near by rock. He then walked into the small pond and washed off the dirt and dried blood, he shivered as some of the blood on him was not his own. Jack froze as he felt eyes on him, he turned his head and looked around but saw nothing, "Probably a deer or something." he said blowing off the feeling of him being watched. He got out of the pond then put back on his slightly ripped and dirty clothes, not like he had anything else to wear, his luggage was long gone when the crash happened. Jack then went back to the plane to see if he could find any remaining supplies, luckily he found an emergency axe, a bottle of water, and a bag of peanuts which he ate since he didn't eat anything since before his flight. The young Irish man then walked deeper into the forest to find help.
