The Beautiful Stranding

Chapter 1 The Stranding

Me and my father are stumbling around trying to figure out what happened until we find something that tells us exactly what did happen. The plane is smoking and we remember.
We remember how fast we were going on our way down. We remember the shocking impact when we hit the ground. But all of this makes us think, where's Chris? Chris was our private jet pilot, we want to make sure that he's alive and if he is, if he's okay. My father draws nearer to the jet and we hear Chris saying "Michael! Michael, I'm here!" Michael is the name of my father. Dylan dear, help get Chris to the little stump over there so he can sit down. I do as I am told and bring Chris to the stump of a tree that I'm suspecting that we hit on our way down from the sky. "What happened Chris? I don't really remember much." I ask, because I am curious about how we got to this damp, dark, moist, and almost entirely silent forest. "Well we were having severe turbulence and all of the sudden engines one and three shut down and I couldn't get them to restart. So I prepared for the worst." But the good thing is that we are safe. That's all I can care about at the moment. Until I hear a crackle of leaves and the sound of a twig breaking. That takes my attention. But no one else seems to hear the strange noises. Except me.