BOOM. That's all I heard before we crashed. BOOM. All I remember from that crash was everyone on board screaming while we plummeted from 160 feet in the air, and our engines on fire. Then I got knocked out.
Pain. Pain was all I felt when I woke up. As I woke up I was in a snowy covered clearing, cold, with only my coat, boots, gloves and my gas-radiation helmet. There was a ton of metal around me, obstructing my view. My entire body ached, with and with every movement it felt like a thousand rusty blades cut me at once. But my arm. Oh dear lord, my arm. It was like getting stabbed by a thousand rusty blades at once, times ten. I just lay there. Still In my leather seat, I called out to see if any one was alive. No one replied. I called out again and again, but no one replied once more. I turned my head to look at my left arm. It was completely mangled. Tears started to well up in my eyes. Have I just survived a wreck with no food, water, or help? And not to mention my arm? Is this my fate?
Then as i was about to accept my fate I heard moaning a few feet to my right. "Hey are you ok?" I couldn't see any one or anything, but i defiantly could hear someone. The rustling stopped and up stood the man. His condition wasn't so bad. The only majorly damaged part of his body was his right hand and his right forearm. "Hey, over here!" I shouted. He turned to look at me. His eyes widened. I gave a confused look at him. "What's the matter?" I said confused. "Stop shouting," He said through clenched teeth."and don't make any sudden movements. I'll get you out but you have to follow my specific instructions." I knew he was serious so I listened carefully. "First undo your seat belt by typing in the code Godard." I never noticed before, but the seatbelt had a manual code on it that had letters on it. Before, they just undid themselves. Once I undid my seatbelt I remained in the chair until further instructions. "Now get up VERY, slowly." I got up and looked around. I saw why he told me to be quite and slow. There were three fully grown male group of black bears behind me. "Now walk slowly over to me." He said, still in a quiet tone of voice. As I proceeded over I was shaking all over. One reason was because of the pain, but mostly because of the fear inside me. I stumbled a bit, then all of the sudden......crunch. I had just stepped on a branch. I paused and looked at the bears in the eyes. BIG mistake. The bears started to charge at me. One pinning me down.
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Life in 4014
Mystery / Thriller12 year old Miles has an unexpected journey during his tight routine, in 4014.