(BradPoV)
Which ever direction we went was a decent choice. We had set up a mini shelter underneath a few rocks. I had volunteered to get other supplies needed such as wood. When I returned I noticed that the rock seemed a bit lower than when it was before I left. I was only gone for a few minutes. That can't be good. I dropped my items and rushed under. I grabbed the kid and brought him outside as fast as possible. I got 2 other lady's out. While getting the last one I had to push her to save her. The rocks collapsed on me. Well no one loves me. No one cares about me. It doesn't matter if I'm gone. I blacked out.
*Time skip*
My eyes barely open. I could hear a roar of an engine. I saw 5 faint figures 4 adults 1 child it looked like. My eyes finally opened and I saw a paramedic, the child, and the four women. I was confused. I thought I died under the rocks.
"Sir please rest. We are near the hospital, soon you will be able to recover to full health." with that I shut my eyes. Once again I woke up to something. That something was a person saying "Your girlfriend is here." Why am I in a-Oh... Right... "Brad!" "H-huh" "Suprise? Just go along with it. It's the only way I can see you. Do you know how long you were here?" "A-About a we-week?" (BLAH BLAH NLAH. Already said this stuff.) Does she really care about me? I requested a doctor and asked where the kid is. My answer is "He is resting in a hospital room. We brought him in just in case. On the other hand you had to be brought in." "Doctor is it possible that I could adopt him once I'm better?" I just realized how stupid I sounded. Asking a doctor about adoptions. "It seems his parents have passed so you probably will have a chance.
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Just a secondary part of the plane crash. No big deal.
