Missing in Action

Chapter Eighteen

Missing in Action

Chapter Eighteen

Cassidy's P.O.V

I woke up with blurry vision. I felt like I was swaying and the light hurt my eyes.

I had to remind myself that Henry was dead.

My breathing quickened. I didn't understand, and I didn't know what to do.

I blinked a few times to clear my vision. After I while, I could see again.

I had an awful pain in my right arm which suggested that it was broken. I could feel blood on my face, and there was a pain in my cheek. My microphone must have cut into my face.

I was still attached to the burnt parachute. The flames must have burnt themselves away.

I was high in some trees, and it was a long way to the ground. I didn't know where I was, but I had a feeling that it was somewhere bad.

My microphone would have stopped working after I had dropped under 200ft. I had no way to contact the ship.

I examined my arm. I must have sprained it, because the bone wasn't broken. My face scrunched up in pain as I tried to move it.

I felt for the release on the remains of my parachute harness with my left hand. I couldn't stretch my arm far enough to reach the lever.

I groaned as I let my arm fall back to my side. I caught something on my belt. I looked down. It was my distress beacon. I eyed the large red button that would give the ship my position.

I looked around me. I could see a sandy, dry floor to the forest and the this sort of tree that I was hanging in was the type that could only grow in very warm conditions.

"$#!t" I mumbled.

I tried to remember where the screen in my plane had said I was, but I had been panicking so much that I had forgotten to look.

I had made too many mistakes today.

I built up the courage to move my right arm. I felt for the release on my parachute again. The pain made my vision tunnel, but I eventually undid the lever. I quickly undid the other one as well.

I fell again. Branches scratched my arms and legs as I tumbled downwards.

I hit the ground hard.

Pain shot through my whole body and I had white spots in front of my eyes. A sob escaped my lips as I let the pain wash over me.

I had landed on my right arm, and it was defiantly broken now.

The forest floor was sandy and covered in fallen leaves from the trees. It was uncomfortable.

I tried to pull myself up, but I couldn't move. I had to get up. I had to run somewhere.

An exploding plane never goes unnoticed, and I knew I wasn't in safe territory. There would be soldiers here soon, soldiers who would kill me without hesitation.

Get up!

I could hear James' words so clearly. It was like he was standing next to me.

I looked towards the sky. He was still up there somewhere.

Get up!

I coughed. It was so warm here. I needed to find water.

I forced myself up. I looked around looking for any sign of where I was. Then I listened closely. I could here the faint sound of water just north of me.