The Long Road Ahead

Chapter 3 - Wake up call

Thurs / 18th / Aug 9:15PM

"Where could he be?" I think to myself. "He crashed right next to me so he couldn't have gone far..." "Unless he woke up before me." I start to ponder which way north is, but it's difficult when my head is so sore...I touch my head...a cut, all the way from my eye brow to the middle of my fore head. "ouch." I say quietly. A feint rustle in the bushes not 10 feet away startles the living daylights out of me. Suddenly, a figure begins to rise above the bush. It's almost human, but its to far hunched over. I can't see its face, until it looks up at me. A silhouette with two eyes, yellow eyes, piecing lights in the darkness. I begin to shake as its torch like eyeballs come towards me. Almost inspecting me I scream. "aaah!" I yell. The creature, shocked, makes a low rumble sound, and bounds away.

Thurs / 18th / Aug 9:30PM

I'm on my edge after encountering that... thing. I'm going to need some kind of cover. A shelter even. I start to walk back to the plane to look for some things. "I seems like a good place to start" I say. I enter the plane watching out for live wires and burning objects. Strangely, nothings on fire. "Brandon!" I say, as I jog towards the cockpit. "Oh no."I say quickly. Brandon lay over the controls. Pieces of broken glass jutting out of him. I check his pulse, remembering my CPR training at the pool. There is no beat. "One, two, three, four." I say to myself quietly. After 5 compression's I attempt to breathe in his mouth. Once again I feel his pulse. There's nothing. He's gone." I let go of his limp hand and scream at the air. "Aaahhh!" I shake my fist at the air and start crying. I sit next to Brandon and cry. After a good ten minutes, I get up and inspect the rest of the plane. At the back of the plane, a pack, about the size of a small lunchbox, is perched on a hook. I pull it down and unzip it.I look inside and see that there's: 6 band aides, 1 small bandage, a syringe, a bottle of Panadol and a defibrillator. I zip it back up and walk outside.

Thurs / 18th / Aug 10:00PM

After half an hour of sitting around, I decided to make a fire. The trees are very dense, so it shouldn't be hard to get branches. I walk over to one of the jungle trees and look up. Its branches completely cover the night sky. It's at this point that I wonder if my parents are looking up at the same sky. I wonder if either of them are worried. "I'm sure they worried" I say, surprising myself. I snap off a couple of branches and walk towards the plane. It seems safe there...almost comforting.

"Now what can I use to start a fire..." I say. I pull out the medikit and inspect its contents once more. "There's nothing really here that I can use" I say feeling a little disappointed. I pull out the defibrillator and ponder if this could have saved Brandon.

I look around only to see complete darkness. I shuffle my way to the plane and sit in a chair. My body clock catches up to me and I gently fall asleep.

Fri /19th/ Aug 6: 40

It's still a bit dark out but the sun is slowly rising. I stand up and walk out of the plane. Remembering that I have a massive cut on my head, I decide to patch it up. I walk over to where I left the MediKit...and it's not there. "Where has the MediKit gone" I say feeling very confused. But that's when I see it. Small. Human sized. Foot prints. "Hello?" I call out "Is anyone there?" feeling slightly nervous, I walk backward toward the plane. "Oof" I murmur. I think I've bumped into the plane. But boy was I wrong. I spin around with no haste and to my horror...a very tall, very frightening man.