Chapter 3 - Ghost Town

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Arthur's Note-
As you probably can see I've changed the name of the book to "Help" instead of "Survive". I'm still pretty unsure of the name, what do you think? How is the cover, does it fit? And what do you think of the photos in each chapter, do you like it? So many questions with no answers... Well, I think that's all. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3 :

"Okey. Let's work this out." I said loudly to myself, I mean who else? The dead man one meter away or the two dead pilots in the control room?
I started walking in circles inside the plane.
"Well, where can I start?" I paused. Took a deep breath. I felt the tears rolling down my chicks. "I am all alone on a desert plane. I have no food. I am talking to dead bodies. And I will probably die here. So, that's a quite happy ending on my life, right?" I tried to convince myself that for hours but it was too unbelivable, I couldn't even belive I was in this situation right know. I've tried to wake myself up from this nightmare but never succeded...

"No...no, no, NO!" I ran to a collapsed wall and started pushing, harder and harder. Then, I fell towards the ground. It hurt so bad, I felt the tears coming but I rejected them. I was finally free from the plane and now I have a small chance to survive. A chance to live my normal, boring life again. A chance to see the people I love and care about.
My body was filled with hope and I just had to make it. Just had to, no exceptions.

I looked around, it was more dead bodies out here than in the plane. Women, men, children, teenagers. All kinds, all dead. I felt a hole inside of me. Why were I the only person to survived the crash? It's unfair. But then I realized that life is unfair. Extremly unfair.

I was in some kind of city. But not a normal city, not like New York. Like a abandoned city, where the vegetation have taken control over both skyscrapors, cars, streets, houses, apartments and so on.
It looked like this city hasn't been touched by a human in about 40-50 years. I started walking, just because I had nothing else to do. I wanted to get away from all the dead bodies as fast as possible and I had to puke somewhere. Well, this wasn't better instead of being all alone on a dessert plane I was all alone in a abandoned, spooky city. Thank you life.

Hope you enjoyed chapter three! 👏

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