The plan for the survivors was to just walk, walk in one direction and eventually they would find help. The captain; having survived; led them into the jungle. The pilot thought they had crashed somewhere in the Amazon Rain Forest, since they had been flying from Paramaribo, Suriname, to Rio de Janerio, Brazil. They all knew eventually they would find help, the problem for them was getting through the jungle, the wild animals, diseases, and worst, the native tribes. If caught by one of the tribes, the survivors would likely be killed.
They had landed in a clearing, surrounded by jungle on all sides. It had likely just ranied, the ground was soggy and muddy and everyone was slipping and falling while trying to walk. They had to hurry out of the area, the fires were getting a little bigger and would eventually get to the trees, if it didn't start raining again.
As they started trudging along, hoots and hollers were being heard all around them. Whenever the group heard one, they walked away from it, knowing it could only mean trouble. They had taken as many supplies as possible from the plane wreckage. Coincedentaly, there was a man on board who was flying to Rio, to start on an expedition trip. Unfourtunately, he did not survive. However his supplies would prove to be very useful to this group, as they included; hammocks, food rations, drinking water, some knives, and medicines. The most important medicine was for snake bites, and along with these medicines was medical supplies such as scalpals, picks, and guaze-like material for smaller wounds.
After what felt like hours of walking, the surivors of the crash stopped, they just now realized the problem, they had nowhere to sleep. "What about the hammocks?" said Rick Sterr. Rick Sterr was a doctor, luckily he had survived. "There are only two of them, and each one can only hold two people," said the pilot, Curt Rushenberg. "We could use the hammocks for the younger children, us adults will just have to use the fire and safety blankets. After about another hour of looking for a clearing and good trees to hang the hammocks on, the group finally settled down. The adults would go three at a time staying up in shifts, protecting the rest of the survivors, as nightfall approached, some noises died down in the forest, others getting louder, but Michael Jones stayed awake deep into the night thinking one thing, 'Why?'
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Falling
AdventureThe plane explodes, people die, it crashes, more die. And those left must fight for their lives on their way through the Amazon Rain Forest.
