Say Something (Mirstie)

Alone.

Kirstin's POV (it will be hers from now on until mentioned)

I screamed one horrible, long scream for who knows how long. Mitch was gone. My comfort, my shield, my life. I clawed at the branches in front of me, sobbing my heart out. Threw myself against the tree. Didn't care a bit about the pain. I couldn't bring my self to look at his body. Or the remains of his body. Standing up, I blindly ran and ran and ran.

When I looked up, right in front of me was the jet. All broken and charred, but there it lay. I gasped, heart pounding, tears streaming, injuries bleeding, and fell to my knees. Crying out a prayer of thanks to whoever listened, I scrambled over to look around. I spotted something shiny. Mitch's phone! Picking it up, I cradled it and pressed the home button. No luck. Digging around some more, I found a portable charger and cord. Almost crying in relief, I stabbed it into his phone. The phone buzzed cheerfully as it charged. Laying it gently on the grass, I hunted for anything else.
.......
Three other smartphones, charging cables and cords, a few clothing items and half burned things lay in front of me. I couldn't believe all it survived. And one emergency food bag. I opened it to find an emergency blanket, instant food, flashlight, batteries, first aid kit, water bottle, a Swiss Army knife, and iodine. I nearly cried of happiness. I opened a bag of dried apples and nearly inhaled it. I couldn't risk the precious water to shower, so I wiped myself down with a cloth I wet with dew.
Tying my hair back, I looked at Mitch's phone, and turned it on. Please have service please have service...

One bar of service.