🌵STUCK IN THE DESERT WITH U🌵

*Three* {Kc's P.O.V.}

When I snapped out of the daze I was in, I had no idea where I was, but when I looked around and noticed the heavy smoke still coming into the plane, then I remembered we crashed, I quickly hit the emergency access door release, and the door flew open, then I quickly checked all the passengers and became in despair when I found as I checked each one that they were dead. I instantly thought of my uncle and went to the main part of the plane and found the door that he locked was busted open, I looked in and fell backwards from seeing what was left of my beloved uncle...but I didn't have the strength to cry, for I was still in too much shock from it all.

I quickly gathered anything that was salvageable and put it into a backpack that I pulled out of the storage compartment, then I tossed it out of the plane, then I went to the other storage compartment and grabbed the first aid kit, and all the bottled beverages and food I could find and tossed it out of the plane. It soon became engulfed with black smoke and small flames began to enter the main part of the plane I was just about ready to jump out when I heard a slight moaning from the passenger's hold...I ran back there with my shirt covering my mouth and nose and realized that the new passenger we picked up was still alive...barely. I grabbed his arms and drug him toward the door beens he was still in and out of consciousness.

I knew dropping him out of the plane wasn't going to be the best thing for him, but it was better than his alternative. I fell out first and drug him behind me so he would have me to land on so it wouldn't affect his wound as badly...because I didn't know how badly he was wounded yet...right after I got me and him off the plane, it exploded from all the aviation fuel leaks connecting with the fire. I kept pulling him until I felt we were safe enough away from the plane. Then I quickly began to check him over for the severity of his wounds, but other than the cut on his head, he seemed fine everywhere else. After I bandaged his head, I checked my leg out because it was really paining me. I had a pretty good gash along my calf, I tried to fix it the best I could then I wrapped it up.

Beens he was going to be out for a while I decided to hobble around to see where we were...after I looked in all directions I realized very quickly that we crashed somewhere in the middle of the desert...with no ideas on which way I should go. I heard him moaning some more so I hobbled back down to him as he slowly sat up and looked around with a blank expression. I went over to him and asked him how his head was. He looked up at me and asked what the hell happened. As I helped him to his feet I told him we crashed. He looked around for the plane, but before he could say anything, I told him that there were no other survivors and the plane was destroyed.

He looked around and said that was just great, then he slowly walked away from me. I followed him and asked him where he thought he was going. He stopped and looked at me and said anywhere but here...that just standing around a burning plane wasn't going to do him any good. I grabbed him by the arm and told him he didn't even know which way he was going, or if he was walking away from the nearest town and further into the desert or not. He spun around and told me rather harshly if I didn't want to go with him, I could stay there and wait for a bus or a cab, but he was leaving. As soon as he turned away from me I stuck my tongue out at him and flipped him off, but followed him, just because I didn't want to be alone.

But it was getting dark, and anyone that's been in a desert before knows that as soon as the sun goes down...it gets very cold. Criss kept walking until I looked around and realized that the big bad Mindfreak was walking us in circles...I ran up to him and gave him a tug, and asked him if he knew what he was doing. He looked around and said yes he did, he was walking. I pointed out to him that we were walking in our own footsteps, or unless there were desert people we didn't know about. Criss looked over at me and asked me if I could do any fucking better than added what in the hell did I expect from him, he was born and raised in New York, and lived in Las Vegas!...he was a magician, not a fucking survival guide.

I pushed around him and told him the sun sets in the west and comes up in the east...the sun set behind us so we were going east...and as long as we either kept the sun behind us or in front of us, there was no way we could go in circles. Then I gave him a slight tap and told him to keep up if he thinks he could, beens he was such an old man. Criss tapped me and said he wasn't old, his head was just killing him. I gave a sarcastic chuckle and said nah, that he was born December 19th, 1967 and that he was 46 years old, so yeah he was old. I didn't know at the moment that he was very self-conscious about his age and refused to grow old. Criss turned away from me and said what did I want a fucking medal for being young. I internally felt bad at that moment for saying that to him, but he was being such a dickhead, I wasn't about to apologize...just yet anyways.