Alex's Point of View
The smell of petrol and bonfires filled my nostrils, the unmistakeable grainy feel of sand under my fingertips and against my cheek.. Where the fuck was i? Had I fallen asleep at a beach party or something?
My eyelids flickered open, my vision hazy, everything in my sight moving from side to side. The wreck of a passenger plane came into sight. Or should I say part of. It was missing at least three quarters of its body, all that remained was the tail and maybe 2 or three rows of seats. I squinted, my vision regaining some of its clarity and could make out the outlines of black piles of clothes.
I pulled my body up to my feet, now aware of the trickle of blood running down from my temple. I stumbled over to the plane, but stopped in my tracks as I realised the 8 or 9 'piles of clothes' were not what I originally thought they were. They were bodies.
I gulped, and turned on my heel to face away from the wreck, i didn't want to see that shit, but my eyes met with a more horrific sight. I found the other bit of the plane... Mangled and beaten up, bits of metal and items of luggage scattered around it. The remaining body was Fully ablaze..
Even if people had survived the initial crash there was no way they could survive the flames engulfing the entire metal shell of the vessel they once flew in.
I decided to retreat to a safe distance, in case the remaining fuel tanks decided to blow. I headed off the beach and into what appeared to be a small wood or jungle. I walked a good 5 minutes, my vision still a little cloudy, but improving. Then the sound of an explosion filled my ears, i turned my head towards it, loosing my footing and stumbling forward. I tripped and collapsed, my body being pulled down a small hill by gravity, until I collided with something.
I regained myself and sat up looking for the thing which stopped my fall, I gasped. The body of a man about my age lay in front of me, eyes shut, face covered in dirt and blood mainly coming from a cut on his cheek.
I got to my feet wondering how he could of gotten here. Both parts of the plane were a fair distance away now, but i suppose he could of been flung from it whilst still in the air, that's what seemed to have happened to me.
I stepped around him, trying to continue on my journey to wherever my legs would carry me, however my boot caught his leg and nudged it to the side.
I gulped and muttered a sorry, turning to continue, until i heard a male groan fill my ears.
I jerked back around, my eyes landing on the body as it drew in a breath. I looked at the body, or should iSay person, assessing him. He was fairly tall, quite lanky, with dark hair but with a small blonde streak at the side of it, he looked about my age, maybe slightly younger. He was wearing a pair of nike shoes and skinny jeans, ripped at the knee, wether that was there before or was a result of the accident i was not sure. His top half was covered in a nightmare before Christmas teeshirt and a large unzipped, black hoodie flung over his shoulders, the sleeves covering his hands.
"Eh... Excuse me... Kid... You alive?" I muttered.
A small groan was heard in response, then his eyes flickered open, he pushed himself up so he was propped up by the palm of his hands. He brought a sleeve covered hand up to rub his eyes, then pulled it down noticing it was now covered in his own sticky red blood.
"Fuck" he muttered, before looking up and seeing me.
"Eh. Hi... Are you ok?" I asked awkwardly, i mean what the hell are you supposed to say in this situation.
"To be honest I've been better." He muttered.
I smirked.
"Yeah i could say the same. Well, unless you fancy your chances alone it looks like you're gonna be stuck with me for a while.. Im Alex What's your name then?" I asked, if i was stuck on an island with this guy i might as well get to know him a bit.
"Its Jack"
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A/N: hmm how much will people hate me for this one.. A lot probably. Ah well it was fun to write...
I hope you enjoyed it anyway and I'll see you next chapter!
And yes i used young Jack don't you dare judge me.
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