Krystal hurried through the airport quickly, tugging her holdall higher onto her shoulder. She wouldn't have been late if the maid had have woken her up on time. She huffed as someone knocked her as she walked through the first class lounge.
"Watch it asshole" she muttered under her breath.
She huffed again quite loudly as she pulled her phone out of her bag, checking facebook, a sly grin spread across her face as she replied to some messages. After sitting about and reading some more of her tacky airport book she had brought on her way in, she realized it was almost time to board. She picked up her bag, hoisting it onto her shoulder and sauntering through, ready to board.
Once she was finally sat on board the plane with some champagne, she finally let herself relax. Her parents wouldn't have invited her to go on holiday with them if they were still mad with her right? No, they wouldn't have. Reaching into her bag, she turned her phone off after the stewardess reminded her.

She'd been on the plane a good few hours when it had suddenly veered off-course.
"Um excuse me? Miss? Was that supposed to happen? Is everything okay with the plane?" She heard a woman behind her ask. Krystal rolled her eyes, annoyed at the woman asking an utterly pointless question. Krystal smirked and settled back into her seat, closing her eyes, falling asleep dreaming of the exotic location she'd soon be in.

It was an hour later she woke up, the plane plummeting down suddenly. She could hear screaming all around her, Krystal being one of the screamers. The cabin crew were running around, helping the children on the plane. Pulling the shutter up she watched as the plane got closer to the ground. Closing her eyes and bracing herself, Krystal could only scream as the plane finally hit the ground.

It was light again when she woke up, Krystal began to panic when she realized she was trapped under some debris. What if she was the only one alive? What if no one came to help? What if there was wild animals around?
"HELLO" Krystal screamed, "IS SOMEBODY THERE, HELP ME PLEASE" She screamed as she began to sob. "SOMEBODY... ANYONE.... help me please" she begged as she tried to lift some of the debris on top of her.

Hamza picked up the latest edition of Al Jazeera in the airport as well as US News and World Report. He liked to compare and contrast the perspective of the articles. Obviously both the newspaper and the magazine presented articles the other did not deem news worthy, but Hamza was more curious about the stories they both paid attention to. It was almost comical how the Americans who wrote the articles for US News and World Report almost always got it wrong.

A young woman, maybe eighteen or nineteen years of age, preened herself in a small mirror. She was beautiful. Everyone knew that. 'slut,' Hamza thought to himself. 'Just another impure infidel in a less than holy land. They will all burn in hell.' The young woman held up a smart phone and smiled as she took several photographs of herself. Hamza tried so hard to contain his laughter. The young woman looked completely foolish performing this self glorification. It was disgusting. This person obviously believed they were the most precious creature on the planet. The arrogance of this person could cause Hamza to vomit. 'Such pitiful display of abysmal behavior,' Hamza shook his head and returned to reading the magazine.

Eventually the flight attendants called for the passengers to board the flight. Hamza stood up, straightened his tie and draped his suit coat over his left arm. He picked up the carry-on luggage, after placing the periodicals inside and slid the strap over a shoulder. He then got into the weary procession of travelers to take their seats on the Boeing 777. His first way point prior to returning home was a tourist trap in the South Pacific. From there, he would make his way to Indonesia and then on to Tehran. But today, he was traveling under the name, Habib Najafi. Mr. Najafi was a warehouse manager outside Tehran and had been studying American Operations. It was all mundane to Hamza, happy to be going home.

A few hours into the flight, Hamza fell asleep. When the aircraft buffeted through rough winds, he started awake. He looked out the small window next to the seat. The starboard engine flamed quickly, the aircraft buckled under the explosion. It shook the aircraft, which then leaned toward the now non-functioning turbine. Black smoke poured from the exhaust as the seventy-four meter aircraft plummeted toward earth.

The vision of the plane going down caused Hamza to rethink his priorities. He quickly fastened his seat belt. Maybe it was a reaction to the vision of the fiery engine, maybe it was a reaction to training he'd received in the Army or maybe it was the flashing light above his seat. He closed his eyes and began praying to Allah. He knew he would be all right, but the realization that his life could be ending in the next few minutes overwhelmed his senses. He closed his eyes.

Piper got out of the car, and went to open the trunk to grab her suit case, and carry-on. Her Brother Connor was dropping Piper off on his way to taking his sons to soccer practice, so there were three loud boys in the back seats bickering about what power ranger was the best. Connor got out giving Piper a goodbye hug. “So I’ll be here on the twelfth at 5:00am to pick you up, right?” He said ruffling the top of her head as he always did. “Yep, I will see you in two weeks. Oh, and tell Wendy my spare key is under the potted plant, the one with the purple flowers, and please don’t forget to feed Momo.” She said smiling as she popped the handle to use her rolling suitcase. Her Nephew Jack, rolled the window down. “Your cat does not need to be fed, it’s the fattest thing I’ve ever seen hahaha.” He said grinning and laughing. Bradley popped his head out the window, “Bring me back a present, Aunt Piper!” He chimed in, and the boys all shouted in agreement on gifts. “All right all right. Bye boys. Conner, feed my cat, and don’t forget to pick me up in two weeks. Two weeks! I got to go or the plane is going to leave.” She said giving him a quick hug and wave goodbye to the boys.

She walked quickly through the airport, checked her baggage in, and then headed to the west gate. The fight was boarding, and she walked to her seat, #55 and sat down. There was a man sitting to her left, and on her right was a young pregnant woman. Middle seats sucked, but she was planning on sleeping and catching up on her reading on this nine hour flight. The pregnant woman introduced herself as Erica Payne, and explained that she had a fear of flying, but was on her was to meet her biological mother for the first time. They talked for a while, and then the inflight movie started and she seemed excited that it was ‘steel magnolias’, which she exclaimed was her favorite. The man sitting to her left was preoccupied playing candy crash on his ipad. Piper took out her worn copy of ‘Jane Eyre’ opened to chapter five where she had left off last night.

Hours or so past, she spent her time reading, and sipping the glass of sprite the stewardess had brought her. Then came the screaming, as the plane jerked about in the air, and the yellow oxygen masks and life jackets fell out of the ceiling into everyone’s laps. Her Drink tumbled to the floor and shattered. The Erica woman was screaming, and the man next to her looked to be in complete shock, as he reached for the yellow mask hanging in front of him. Then they hit the ground, fire, screaming, crying, twisted metal, and flying wreckage. The man next to her was dead, practically decapitated from a huge chunk of metal through his neck, and the pregnant woman, who had been tightly grasping Pipers hand, had stop screaming and gone limp, Piper was shaking, she was alive. She un-wedged herself from the broken flaming seat that had her pinned, and checked the Erica woman’s pulse...Nothing. Looking around her dead bodies and flames, she covered her mouth with her sleeve and she squinted through the smoke for an exit, her brain was in survival mode, as she climbed out of the wreckage. Less than a dozen or so people were still alive, some wounded others helping put out the fire and pulling out bodies. Now that she was out of immediate danger, she came to her senses, she was still in a little shock and her emotions had no time to catch up to her. She ran over to the man screaming ‘Help my wife!” how was kneeling next to a woman who was bleed out. Three years of medical school had not prepared her for anything, hell she had dropped out of medical school and switch her major, because she didn’t want the stress or responsibility of saving anyone.

“Here take this apply pressure.” She said quickly kneeling beside him. “Rescue will be coming soon, just keep holding it on the wound, so she doesn't bleed out.” The man did as he was told. Little did anyone know there was no hope of rescue coming, deserted island had no rescue.

Panic was all there was at this moment. She covered her mouth to hold back a sob, turning away from the man.

"I can do this!" Marissa encouraged herself because she is about to get in her flight to go to her first contest abroad.

"I can't turn back now! this is my dream! and i have to do it! and I will do my best!" she encouraged herself again then get in the airplane

She sits on the seat that was assigned for her and as the airplane flies she just watched through the window as the altitude rises.After a few hours since the airplane flies a bunch stewardees gathered in one room and Marissa heard whisper.Marissa became nervous and worried because it was very suspicious then the pilot announced to wear our seatbelts.Marissa seeks through the window about what was happening when she saw a big dark cloud and the plane was going in to a storm.Marissa is scared but tried to calm herself down.After minutes of going through the storm, the lightning hits the plane engine and the plane started to shake.Marissa just closed her eyes and hoped to be safe.

In the time she opened her eyes again,she was lying on the ground.It is not just any ordinary ground it's beach sand.She stands and looks around then she found her guitar case ashore and she tooks it.She opened the guitar case and the guitar only risked a broken string.

"No! my guitar!" she weeped then she heard a voice

"HELLO!" A girl shouted

"IS SOMEBODY THERE? HELP ME PLEASE!" the girl shouted again

Marissa followed where the sound was coming and she saw a girl trapped under a debris.

"Hold on tight! i'm gonna help you!" Marissa replied and approaches the girl then she tried to remove the debris that was under her.

The debris was very heavy for Marissa so all she could do was to lift the debris a little so the girl can crawl out of the debris

"Get out *pant* *pant* quickly before I can drop it again" Marissa told the girl

Reece stepped out of the limo, bagboy in tow. He quickly straightened his tie before heading into the crowded airport. His nose crinkled up as he entered "Why must these places always smell?" His voice laden with contempt. "Hurry up José," Reece spoke as he briskly made his way through the VIP line. Checking in, José loaded his bags onto a cart. The older man pushed the cart alongside Reece as they made their way to security. Again going through the VIP line, flashing his ID to the guard. His bags went through without a hitch, to be expected. He waved José off and wheeled his bag and sat near the gate. He of course was able to get on first, being in firstclass.

Cozying into his seat, Reece immediately ordered some red wine. Pulling his laptop out he opened it and began typing away. His fingers ran rampant, finishing up some reports that would be sent once they landed. He briefly checked his stocks before the plane asked for communications to be turned off. It always made the uncomfortable plane rides less uncomfortable to know his stocks were on the rise. A 9 hour flight wasn't so bad when you made thousands during it. As the plane took flight he went back to his reports, defecting to play games more than a few times. About 4 hours in he closed his laptop to finally glance about the cabin. No one of interest, at least no on he recognized. There were children crying and men snoring, even in the comfort of first-class one couldn't quite escape the noise. He placed his headset on despite nothing playing on them and drifted off.

About an hour later he woke to a jerk. In front of him a flight attendant was going over the safety precautions. The poor girl was barely able to stay standing with all the rocking. Rolling up to look out the window, Reece saw a lot of smoke and sparks. Immediately slamming it shut he did up his seatbelt and braced himself. He wasn't going to die. He couldn't die, he was too important. Suddenly the plane lurched forward and Reece felt an extreme pressure on his face as they plummeted out of the sky. A scream escaped his lips despite all his fighting. With an abrupt stop the whole of the cabin was flung back as the cockpit hit the ground. Reeces head pounded ferociously, reaching up to touch he felt something wet and warm. Probably blood, he thought. Glance to his side he made out the shape of the elderly woman that sat across the aisle from him. She was gone, a metal rod protruded from the chair she sat in stabbing through her back. All he saw were flames and debris, people shouting in pain all around him. Weakly, he fiddled at the buckle on his seat belt but it was stuck. His hands dropped to his lap and he blacked out.

A long night of reviewing which fabric was to be used with what design. Along with the many hours of arguing with the others over what was a must to take to Italy. It was safe to say that Vince was more than happy to finally be getting on the plane. It wasn't his favourite form of transportation. A high end designer sharing his space with the unstylish common folk? Many of whom couldn't tell the difference between sapphire and persian, or would wear socks with sandals. He pulled a small suitcase behind him. Only the essentials would be in the cabin with him. Vince wouldn't dare risk getting his beautiful creations damaged or dirtied by clumsy airport lackeys. Thus the catwalk worthy masterpieces would be transported by a carrier jet. Supplied by a close friend within the business who understood his dilemma.

Vince stepped into the planes first class cabin. He wasn't first to enter the plane, but made sure that people around him didn't touch his suit. It had been one of his first designs, first out of high school. With a few touches to keep it up to what was in. His dull scarf loosely around his tanned neck. The tassells hanging free, gently tapping against his chest as he strolled to his seat.

“Here we are” He said under his breath. The seat was placed by the window, and a decent distance away from the next seat. In which it meant that he wouldn't have to worry about the unwanted arms rubbing against him. Vince leaned back in his seat and pondered what the next few days would bring. A chance to brush up on his Italian, a new contact. Of course his annoying secretary girl had asked him to bring her back something nice. She had asked to come, but in his years of watching idiot women answering the phones, he had realized she was one of the best. Asking anyone else to do it, even for the few days he wouldn't be there could very well mean the end of his business. So, he would have to bring her back something nice, perhaps a purse, or shoes.

Lost in his thoughts, Vince stared out the window at nothing. The plane lifted off the ground and into the air. He must have fallen asleep because next thing he knew the plane veered off to one side, and people started screaming. His hands gripping the ends of the arm rests involuntary. He looked up and saw the stewardess attempting to go through safety procedures, but was not seeming to have much luck as the plane rocked and dived towards the ground. From an open window on the other side of the plane Vince could open see the black smoke of the engine. The suppressed scream that he tried to hold back broke out and rang with the others as the plane hit the ground. Vince sniffed. Fire, smoke, and metal. Cries filled his ears. “Shut up,” He muttered. He couldn't hear himself think. Was he bleeding? Why were they on the ground? It hadn't been that long. His eyes finally opened and reality hit. He was strapped in his seat. A bar sticking through his thigh. “Damn,” Vince said as his hands gripped either side of his leg.

Steven sat in the airport, waiting for the plane to board. He had on large monitor headphones which were plugged into the laptop sitting in front of him on his lap. He was thinking of going in a new direction for his new album, he was listening to a lot of Xiu Xiu recently and the music that was pounding in his ears reflected that being much more experimental than some of his earlier stuff. He's so engrossed in what's happening on the screen that he almost misses his call to get on the plane. He slips the laptop into the sleeve and makes his way onto the plane with it safely resting under his arm.

In the plane Steven absentmindedly listens to the safety instructions, wondering how exactly a seatbelt would help save someone tumbling from 30 000 feet in a tin can that's probably been reduced to flaming wreckage. He pushes those thoughts out of his head as new ones take their place, ones about his upcoming meeting with his producer, this would be his first new single in 7 years. He remembers vividly when Pitchfork wrote an article about him, hailing him as the next big thing. The interviews, the shows, everything. Having recently toured he's been realizing his fanbase had declined in the years of silence. However as he turned to look at the rest of the plane around him, he saw a man near the back of first class staring at him. It was then when it flooded back why he hated fame, and how he just wanted people to leave him alone. He sighed and put headphones back on, listening to the single that got him on this flight in the first place.

It was only a few minutes later when Steven realized this wouldn't be any normal flight he's had before. He heard screams and maybe even an explosion though he couldn't be quite sure. The pilots were telling everyone to remain calm even though they were obviously panicking themselves. Steven found himself unable to make any sounds, as much as he felt he should scream or curse or do anything that could make himself be heard in any sort of capacity nothing would happen.

The plane hit the ground.

Steven blacked out.

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Steven came to later, but he didn't know how much later. It could have been minutes, or hours, or days, but he didn't know. People were still screaming, but it seemed to be much less than before. Steven saw what used to be a window now seemed much bigger than before, though his eyes still weren't adjusted. He undid the seatbelt and slowly stood up. He attempted to step out of the plane only to fall onto all fours. His hands dug into the sand and he vomited onto the ground. He pulled himself up and blinked a few times to try to see what was around him. Blood dripped off his finger tips, he wasn't sure whether it was his or not. He looked around to see this unfamiliar tropical climate, not knowing where he was or what to do in this place.

Krystal dragged herself out hurriedly, clawing at the sand. "My nails" she mumbled to herself as she finally mumbled to herself. Looking at the woman who rescued her, Krystal smiled and nodded "Um... Thank you very much" She said quietly, looking around awkwardly. Thank you was something Krystal barely said, and it felt strange coming out of her mouth. She looked around at the chaos the crash had caused and felt tears form in her eyes. "What should we do about the bodies?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly as she looked at the body of a mother cradling her child. Turning away from the wreckage, Krystal looked at her savior "there must be more people needing our help right?".

Krystal then noticed the pain across her stomach, pulling her top up slightly, she looked at the gash and decided it could be left until later.

Krystal walked around the huge crash site, looking for any signs of other survivors, seeing a man still strapped into his seat, with a rod going through his leg. Krystal looked at the man "Um apparently... You're like not meant to take that stuff out or something, because it could be stopping you from bleeding it out" Krystal shrugged helplessly "I don't know though, do you want me to help you out?" Krystal looked over to where the other Survivors had slowly begun to congregate, the only people who were there, were the ones who were too weak or too injured to help. "You could probably put some of your weight on me and I could take you there, and I could find someone with training who knows what to do" She suggested, playing with the ends of her hair nervously.

Krystal looked at the mans thigh, the bar seemed to be in there quite deep. She looked away quickly, she had never been that good with blood and gore.Though for now she'd have to stick it out.

Piper remember that she had her wilderness first aid kit packed into her suitcase, all ready for two weeks of hiking, and relaxing in the mountains with three of her college friends. She took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to the plane. Unlike many of the people lying wounded on the beach she had been lucky enough to escape with only bruises. The fire was dying down as people through sand and water over the flames. She walked into the plane following for others. There were charred remains in one particular area of the plane, where the fire had been the worst. The smell was awful; burning flesh was not a fragrance anyone should have to know. As she walked through the wreckage she checked the pulse of the many bodies she passed. “This man here is alive.” She exclaimed. With her medical knowledge she knew it was best not to move an injured person unless they were in immediate danger, and the way the last of the flames were burning the place, and metal pieces were falling from the wreckage interior, it was not safe to leave anyone in the plane. She scanned the area in front of her, as to men came to lift and carry the unconscious man out to the others. That’s when she saw him, a man holding his leg which was impaled with a bar.

“I wouldn’t move him that would only cause more injury.” She said to the girl who was trying to help. “My name is Piper, what’s your name sir?” She asked the man in a soothing voice. Smalltalk and staying calm was something very necessary in this situation, if the man went into shock that would end up making everything much worse. “If someone could check the cargo compartment, that is if it’s still attached, there’s a large lime green suitcase, it has a first aid kit inside.” She needed the man to lay back, sitting up would only speed the bleeding, so she unbuckled his seatbelt, and a softly as possible pushed the back of the seat down. Judging by where the bar protruded from his leg, it was near an artery, which was very bad news if it had been cut, the bleeding would be very difficult stop.

A teenage boy that had been standing around in awe, ran off and came back with her suitcase. For the short time that he had been gone he came back looking even more distraught than he had when he left. “There’s no cell reception. There’s nothing here. A girl climbed the tree. There’s nothing on this island… No rescue.” The boy said tears falling from his eyes. Piper’s eyes widened at the news. This was the stuff Hollywood movies and TV shows were made of, not real life. People didn’t get stranded on islands. If there was no rescue coming… More than half of the wounded and burned were most likely not going to live through the night. She quickly unzipped her suitcase; Her first aid kit was packed with the typical essentials. The man seemed to be too much pain to properly speak, but he was not showing any signs of shock. “Sir I have three years medical training so rest assured, I’m going to stop the bleeding and assess the wound. I need you to bite down on this.” She said to him as she wadded up one of her T-shirts from her suitcase for him to bite down on. First aid kits didn’t hold anything necessary for emergency surgery, they had nothing to provide skin grafts for the severely burned, there was no medical anastasia, and nothing much for pain relief except a bottle of ibuprofen, and a baggy of a dozen Advil. She handed the first aid book to a young woman standing next to her. ”See who you can help out there.” She said to her as Piper stood up, and took her belt off, as it would have to be used as a tourniquet. She took out the tiny scissors from the kit and began cutting the pants leg off the man. She drenched her hands in hand sanitizer rubbing it in all the way up to her elbows. She was going to need to stop the blood flow long enough to take the bar out, tie off the arteries, clean the wound, stitch him up, and cauterize it all.

She put on the rubber gloves, and tightened the belt around his thigh to cut off the blood flow. “I’m not going to lie, this will hurt, but I need you to hang in there and breathe. One. Two. Three.” she counted down and quickly pulled the bar from his leg tossing aside. Piper used dental floss to carefully tie off the arteries. She quickly filled the irrigating syringe with iodine water, and then blasted it into the wound, making sure to clean it out thoroughly. If there really was no rescue coming, infection would be the death of him, so it was top priority, to make sure everything was clean and disinfected. The first aid kit had no suture or string to stitch him up with. Luckily she did have a tiny sewing kit, with needle and thread. Taking her lighter she heated the needle, and began to stitch up the wound, it took thirteen stitches. Piper had done everything that she could possibly do. It was good that he would not need an amputation. The process had taken over an hour to fix him up. She taped gaze over the wound to keep it clean, and then everyone helped to carry him out of the wreck. She propped his leg up, and gave him an ibuprofen and bottled water. There was really nothing more she could do for him.

She walked over to the group of wounded survivors, and used up most of the stuff in the first aid kit. Some people were beyond saving. There was only so much you could do for internal bleeding, missing limbs, and third/fourth degree burns. What everyone needed was a blanket, drinkable water, and someone or something to keep everyone calm and boost morale.

Reece must of stayed in that seat for quite a few hours. When he finally came to, the sun was starting to set. They were losing light fast. It was so warm though, maybe it wouldn't be an issue, he thought. He rubbed his feet absently into the sand. What a great vacation he was having. Wait. Vacation? No it was a business trip. His gaze drifted upwards to the leaves of the tree he was under. A palm tree, how nice. He must of fallen asleep on one of Italy's beaches. He had a blaring headache focused in the front of his forehead. His vision was pretty blurry too. What had he drank? He couldn't remember feeling this awful before. Suddenly he sprang up in a sitting position. His stomach churned and he turned to his and emptied his stomach onto the warm sand. The ringing in his ears slowly faded, getting replaced by the sound of crying. Reece looked around him. People were strewn out, many of the injured, dead or dying. He could see the glow of fire off to the distance. What was going on? He recognized some of these people... I think they were one the plane with me, His mind started reeling. I came back to him slowly. The sudden jerk of the plane, the stewardess falling over. People screaming, and the sudden impact followed by silence. Did.. did we crash? He asked himself mentally.

He tried to stand up, it took a couple of tries. It seemed almost impossible to get a foothold in the soft sand. With great effort, he managed to make it up it. His legs felt like a combination of cement and jello. His head continued throbbing. Reaching up to rub his forehead he felt a soft mound of gauze, obviously covering a wound. Reece dropped his hand, finally knowing where they headache came from. Slowly, he wobbled his way behind the thickness of some trees, where no one could see him. Immediately he began inspecting himself for injury. He had a terrible bruise across his waist, likely from the seatbelt. There were scrapes all over him, and the skin on his left elbow was rubbed raw. But all things considered, he got off lucky really. Chances were he'd come out of this with a few scars, but he was coming out of this. Redressing he stumbled back to everyone, stopping briefly. After catching his breath, he saw the wreckage. The aircraft was broken in half, the front half almost vertical. The cockpit was buried in a hole of sand, made from the impact. There was no chance that the pilots inside survived. It was disheartening for sure.

Cautiously, he made his way to the craft. Shuffling there, little by little. His hips were hurting quite terribly and he was dizzy beyond belief. Beyond all that, he was stubborn. If he wanted something, he would damn well get it. Right now, he wanted to get to the plane. Several people shouted at him to sit down, a few even tried to grab him. But he just shrugged them off and kept going. Climbing into the open cabin, he started sifting through the cargo compartment. Throwing several bags to the ground until he got his own. A large dark-purple one with wheels and a smaller black shoulder bag. He pulled the out, putting the small one on his back and open the handle on the large. With great effort he made his way out of the craft. He tried not to look at the bodies that were left inside, it was best to pretend they weren't there at least until he regained his sense and could handle it. The wheels of large bag he pulled behind him didn't cooperate with the sand as well as he hoped. He managed though it must've taken many times longer than it should have to make it back to what one might venture to call a camp. Falling to his knees he unzipped the large bag and started pulling out the several large blankets inside. He had packed for the stay at the hotel, that evidently he wasn't going to have now. Reece had always hated the linen that hotels provided and took up the habit of bringing his own. This time he pulled about 3 king-size blankets. They weren't much thicker than a bed sheet but they were fuzzy and warm. Things that might be useful right now. "Here," He forced out, tossing them in the direction of some of the more able-bodied survivors.

Vince peered up just in time to see a young woman appear in front of him and asked if he wanted her help. She was pretty decent, a specimen he might have used to model his clothing, but was there ever a more ridiculous question to be asked to a man who had just survived a plane wreck. "You have to ask?!" He heard himself yell. Obvious pain shot through his voice, he had been keeping it bottled up, but with the asking of such a question he released some of it out at her in anger. Pain shot through his thigh and his fingers turned white as they applied pressure, awaiting someone who didn't have to ask. As another women approached him he prayed she wouldn't have to have a conversation with Thing One here, standing in front of him to figure out that he needed help. Relieved by her voices slightly, only in the fact that she had some idea as to what she was doing he would keep his mouth shot. If he angered this woman, she might abandon him and he would had to hop about like he was now.

"Vincent.." He said, for a moment releasing his clenched jaw to speak, only to allow his hands to grip his thigh tighter. "You're not a doctor?" He asked, a small attempt to make small talk, maybe even keep his sanity. He didn't want to unleash his temper in such an unstable situation. It would only end in the death of him. The seat laid back and as did Vince, letting out a scream as the muscles of his thigh tore around the bar. Taking a few deep breaths was all he had time before the woman stuffed a t-shirt into his mouth. Better than something else, he thought. The thought didn't last long as the woman began counting. His mind hadn't completely been on her voice. Vince wanted to ask why she was counting , but found out before he could ask. His teeth sunk into his t-shirt, wetting it in saliva. His eyes cramming themselves shut, not wanting to witness the gore. He was going to bleed out, he could see it like a movie playing on the back of his eyelids. However, this girl worked fast. She tied the arteries and veins with speed, he was unsure of what she had used to tie them with, but it had worked. The hot sewing needle was the best part weaving in and out of his skin like silk. There was almost a grace to the way she worked. He managed to open his eyes, still biting down on the cloth, and watch her stitch him. He took the pills when given to him

When she was finished and helped him up he gave a smile. Whether it was real gratitude or convenient for the moment he was unsure. "Thank you." He said, not remembering the last time he had said the phrase. The limping man managed to make it out of the wreckage with the woman's help. He let his leg lay where the Piper had put it and watching her go off to help the others.

Krystal looked at the man, startled by his rudeness, but when the other woman came. Piper was it? She could only watch and smirk as he screamed out in pain. "Karma douchebag" she muttered, flicking her hair as she sauntered off. Bored of helping now, she decided to take a look around the wreckage, noticing some luggage she started to scramble through it, looking for her own suitcases. Finding them she gave a yell of happiness, she began to pull them out, carefully avoiding the wreckage, trying not to knock it, in fear that it may fall on her. Once all her luggage was out she dragged it to a safe place, dropping to her knees she sorted through everything, looking for her nail file she began to file her nails. As she did the relaxing task, she watched, intrigued by the way everyone was hurrying about to help each other. Where she came from you helped yourself and only yourself.

After watching for about ten more minutes, Krystal decided she was bored again and got up, walking slowly around where the injured had gathered she watched them all cry. Noticing a little girl who seemed to be dying alone, Krystal felt her heartstrings pull and was deciding whether she should go and hold the little girls hand when she watched another woman sit with the little girl and comfort her. A sense of relief washed over her, glad she did not have to perform such a disturbing task. Sitting with the dead was something she wasn't very sure she wanted to do. Noticing her tummy begun to rumble Krystal made her way back to the bags, wanting to find the food she had stowed away. She had sat down and begun to eat when she noticed some people watching her. With only slight regret in her heart, Krystal gathered all the food up that she had and took it over to them, setting it down and then walking away, ignoring the thanks she received. She wasn't interested in making friends with these people, she only had to play nice for a few hours, as surely there must be a rescue team out looking for them already.

Krystal had grown bored of watching everyone, now the chaos had begun to die down, they were a lot less entertaining to watch, before it had been like a dramtic T.V show and now it was like a boring infomercial. She watched people hurry around and tend to the bodies and decided to make her way over, to find something to pass the time. Noticing a man who was in the sand on all fours Krystal walked over and helped him, cringing slightly when the blood began to drip onto her bare skin. Clearing her throat she helped him over to where the survivors were sitting and helped him onto one of the blankets. "Wait a sec" she mumbled, hopping up and grabbing a bottle of water, she passed it to him and then sank into the sand next to him, not on the blanket.

"How are you feeling?" she inquired "How's your head".

Marissa quickly gets her hand off the debris as the trapped girl squirms out of it.Marissa thought in this case she needs to do something first before the sun sets and that is to find food,water,shelter and make campfire.Marissa and her family always do camping during summer so she knows what to do.

First food, She and the survivors might get hungry so she will gather food for all of them.She searched the wreckage first because there might be luggage with food in it.She found one but it is only filled with clothes.Marissa searched again and she found an another one but it was empty.In the last luggage she found, there are some chips and a bottle of water above the blankets

"*sigh* better than nothing though" she sighed and takes all the food and whatever is inside.

Now water, she found one but it is only enough for her.drinking sea water would make you thirsty but in this situation coconut is a good water source.There are some coconut trees but she doesn't know how to climb a tree.She looked on the ground but there are no coconuts dropped.why not try shaking the tree? She thought.So then shakes it but it results that coconut falled in her head.

"Ouch!" Marissa groaned in pain while touching her head then she looked at the coconut.

"It's better than nothing" she said and took the coconut

Now shelter, she needs a roof to keep her warm and something away from the ground because there are might be poisonous bugs in this island.There is a blanket but she needs a rope and cut into two and make a hammock.She needs to find something sharp.She searched through the wreckage again just to find a small metal piece.It is one of the parts of the plane but it is sharp.Now Marissa needs a rope.She found a blanket.she might cut it into thin pieces and combine the thin pieces to make a rope.She knows all the because she doesn't only play music but she watches something educational sometimes.Now that it is all set, Marissa started to make a hammock.

First, she cut the second blanket into thin pieces and combined it to make a long rope and she managed to make 2 rope since the blanket is big and it is just made of cloth but it was a very hard process.

Second, she tied the first rope in the end of the first blanket." And she also tied the second rope in the other end of the blanket but she remained some spaced in the rope.

Last but not the least, she tied the first rope in the coconut tree and tied the other rope in the other coconut tree and voila! Marissa just made a hammock.

Tyler Ross had the world on a string. He was about to sign a ten year service contract with Langston Hawthorne. One of the wealthiest men on the planet had hired Tyler Ross to be his personal security consultant for his businesses, estates, and other "assets" (such as his luxury yacht and his his private island). Langston was indebted to Tyler for finding several missing stones of his while he was visiting former Ambassador to Ireland Dan Rooney. Langston was so impressed with the way Tyler was able to conduct the investigation and solve everything discreetly that Langston hired him on the spot. Tyler didn't view Langston as just a rich jerk who was just buying someone because he could, but Tyler got to know Langston during the investigation and was impressed with the way he treated those around him. Whether it was Ambassador Rooney or the bell hop Langston made them feel like they were the most important person in the world. Kind of like Mr. Rogers except he had Bill Gates' bank account.

Meeting Langston kept replaying in Tyler's mind as the plane he was on was in a nose dive. Langston insisted Tyler take his private jet, but Tyler felt that if he was on the jet then the staff would be ready for him. Tyler wanted to surprise everyone just by showing up and getting down to work. If Tyler had known then what he knew now Tyler would've gladly taken Langston up on his offer. This regret was the last thing to cross Tyler's mind as he said The Lord's Prayer and then Hail-Marys. Then the world that Tyler had known was suddenly engulfed in smoke, broken glass, screaming, flames, but no bright peaceful light welcoming him home.

It could've been minutes, hours, or even days for all Tyler knew, but he opened his eyes and tried to stand-up. He discovered he couldn't mainly because he was still strapped into the seat. Tyler shook his head said under his breath, "Wow I hope the people at MENSA never find out about that. It could seriously impact my application." Tyler undid his seat belt and looked around. There was a bevy of activity going on but it was all outside of the plane. Tyler was in First Class and gently shook the woman whom he had been flirting with before all hell broke lose. He said, "Hey Erin. Are you okay? Come on Erin talk to me." Just then Erin's head went back revealing a jagged slash across her throat, and Tyler stopped moving her. He looked down at his black Armani Suit with a dark purple tie and realized Erin had bled all over his suit. Because of the dark colors it was difficult to see, but Tyler knew what happened.

Tyler leaned Erin's head forward so the wound was no longer seen. He said a silent prayer for Erin and when he was done Tyler crossed himself and got out of his seat. There was a sizable piece of metal blocking the door, and with everything in him Tyler kicked the piece of metal aside and the door fell to the ground. Tyler slightly stumbled out of the plane. He looked around and was grateful he wasn't the only one alive.

Tyler shook his head and said, "Toto I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." With that Tyler began to make his way to where what appeared to be the luggage hold. Tyler decided his first order of business was to get out of his blood soaked clothes. He had some workout gear in his luggage, and figured it was time to dress practically because Tyler had a bad feeling they were here for a while.

Reece resisted the young girls assistance at first, but quickly gave in. He really didn't want to be near the others, they were being loud and some of them stank. It couldn't be helped much though. Safety in numbers or something, Reece thought. Although he doubted how much each of them contributed. Most were injured, incapable of moving. With the very minimal amounts of first aid and food available to them, they likely wouldn't last long. It was depressing really. As he sat on the blanket the girl left his side for a brief second, returning with a bottle of water. Cracking it open Reece took several long swigs. About half of it remained when he stopped and screw the cap back on. He held it out the girl who sat next to him, but was smarter enough to not invade is blanket. He was a professional man, plane crash or no plane crash, and had certain standards. Having some teenage girl sitting close enough that he could smell her day old perfume went against nearly all of them.

"I've been better," He answered her somewhat annoying question. The answer should of been beyond obvious, he doubted a single person came out of the wreckage feel any better than awful. "I've got a bit of a headache but it's manageable." He shifted slightly, getting into a more comfortable position. "My hips on the other hand hurt like hell," As if on cue the a breeze went through the area, blowing the remnants of Reece's suit. As the warm wind blew, a small piece of skin on Reeces waist could be seen. Although one might not immediately guess it was skin, seeing as it was several different shades of blue, purple and yellow. He quickly pulled his suit back down, hiding the disfigured flesh. "You must of been in coach," He glanced the girl up and down, "I mean, to come out with so little injury.." Reece stopped himself before he said anything too offensive. If he was going to get out of this place alive, he was going to need allies, "Names Reece. You?"

Vince had been grounded and separated from the group. Not by any intention of Piper he had hoped. There were still people running about, helping people out and trying to regain whatever they had lost on the crash. He had observed one man who, despite his injures had walked himself back to the wreck, tore apart the luggage compartment until he had found his own bag. The man drug to case to where he was sitting and began handling out blankets. Was he going to Canada or something? Afraid he was going to freeze to death. Why pack three blankets? Vince sighed. Why this man had an abundance of blankets would remain a mystery , for now they came in handy. His gazed turned to the girl who had sat herself beside him. The oblivious little girl who had asked if he had wanted her to move him with the steel bar protruding from his leg. Everyone else had looked quite busy, dying, or trying to not.

"Well then" Vince exclaimed as he readied himself for standing. It was gonna hurt, and some part of him was telling him to stay down, but for once he went against his better judgement. He didn't want his clothing getting anymore damaged. His efforts were in vain however, as the soles of his injured leg tapped the sand. There is only so much ibuprofen can do, and stopping the surging pain from spiking up his leg was not one. It had its capacity for pain relieving and this was too much. The man gripped his leg once again, this time letting out a painful screech as he fell forward. His face made contact with the sand as his open mouth filled. Sand replaced his scream with a gagging sound as he began spitting out all that had entered his mouth. Vince clutched his leg a moment longing, waiting for the pain to subside, and taking in deep breaths.

Tyler got to the back of the plane and looked around at the wreckage. The chances of his luggage being unscathed were not great but Tyler wasn't above playing the game even if he knew that there wasn't a chance in hell he'd win. Then the thought hit Tyler of maybe he used up what luck he had by being able to walk away from the plane crash.

He shook his head and crouched down and began looking through the luggage. Tyler then realized that his right hand had a sharp pain to it every time he moved it. He finally looked at his hand and saw that there was bruising and discoloration along the pinky line and on his ring finger. Tyler was able to put two and two together and knew that the adrenaline rush he felt from the crash, and getting out of the plane was wearing off. Once it was completely worn off Tyler knew he would be in great pain, because it was safe to say that his right hand was broken. Now there were two things Tyler had to find one was his suitcase, and two some items to make a crude cast or some kind of immobilizer for his hand.

Tyler kept digging through the luggage and was very pleased to find that his suit case had made it through the crash. With the exception of a large piece of metal sticking out of the middle of his suit case. Tyler winced in pain as the adrenaline was quickly wearing off more and more, so his right hand would be almost useless. Tyler opened the suitcase and saw that a pair of black sweat pants, his running shoes, and a sapphire blue workout shirt were unscathed. He smiled and said, "Yippie Santa got my letter this year."

Tyler grabbed his clothes and went behind a tree and quickly changed clothes. Getting his coat and shirt off proved to be interesting sensations in the rolodex of pain, but when Tyler finally got changed he felt a bit more at ease. Tyler went back to the suitcase and grabbed two of his Armani ties and broke off a couple metal pieces. Using his left hand and his mouth Tyler was able to tie the ties around the metal and made a crude but effective immobilizer.

He shook his head and said, "Langston would kill me if he found out I was using two hand crafted ties like this, but if we get out of this I'll tell him and hope he'll understand."

With that Tyler began to make his way out of the tail section and tried to help where he could.

Steven sat on the ground with his feet in the water. He had been trying to wash the blood off his hands, it wasn't his. There was still some on his face and in his hair from where he had run his fingers through his hair in a stress based response to the chaos around him. He finally started to look at the scene that had developed. He saw a person who must have really injured his leg, and many people just trying to find their suitcases. Steven assumed his had been destroyed, even if it hadn't there was nothing in there that would help him in this case. He took something out of his pocket, it was the return ticket dated 2 days from now. It suddenly hit him that he wouldn't be needing this, he wasn't going to make that plane. This led him to think of the chances of survival. As he stared out into the seemingly endless ocean he began to panic internally. Realizing he'll probably die out here a few tears streamed down his face. He tore the ticket in two and dropped it into the water.

He stood up and wiped the tears from his face, some blood making it's way onto the hoodie he was wearing. He turned around and saw that something of a group had started to congregate. He slowly made his way closer to the aircraft and the rest of the survivors, his mind still racing.

Krystal glared at the man, quite insulted at the mans insulting assumption that she was in coach. "No actually, I was in first, I was stuck under some debris from the plane but luckily I was helped out." She shook her head when offered the water "You have it" she muttered quietly "I don't share bottles.... I don't really like germs". Watching him pull down his shirt she looked away, giving him some privacy, she pretended not to see his bruises. "Where were you heading? She asked "Before the plane crashed, I mean". Looking about, Krystal averted her gaze from the families crying over the many deaths. It made her uncomfortable, all the emotions they were so effortlessly showing each other. She'd never had that closeness before, well with her father, but even that was.... uncomfortable.

Krystal watched the man who had earlier been so rude to her, double over in pain. She got up quickly, going over and helping him sit up. "Here you go" she mumbled. She held onto him for a few moments more, making sure he was ok before she got up and left. Making her way back to the man she had been speaking to earlier. "What is your name?"

Reece caught the glare from the young girl. He just scoffed at her, if looks could kill he would've been dead years ago. Glares were a common affair in the life of Mr. Davies. People all around him were always giving them, jealousy mostly. The poor envied his wealth, the stupid envied his cleverness and the smart and wealthy envied his good looks. It couldn't be denied, he really was the total package. Reece was aware of that, and tried to remind himself that common folk were simply not use to being around perfection. "Really, first class? Huh, I never would of guessed." Must of been one of those sweepstakes things, he figured. Occasionally common folk would win contests and get to taste the life of the important-class. Reece just shrugged at her refusal of the water, "Fine, die of dehydration. More for me." He was about to answer her question when she ran off. She helped the banshee of to the side of everyone and immediately darted back. Reece just gave her a look of annoyance, "I already told you my name. Did you lose your hearing in the crash or something?"

Struggling to stand back up, he gathered the blanket and shuffled his way over to the banshee. He was wearing a fine suit and looked vaguely familiar. Like Reece had seen him in a magazine or something. He laid the blanket down next to the injured man. "You look like someone worth knowing," Reece said as he situated himself onto the blanket, handing the remnants of the water to him. Then he turned to where the girl sat and gestured her over, "Everyone else here seems to have made their own little groups. Why shouldn't we?" He spoke smugly, "You might not look like much, kiddo. But you've got attitude, and attitude's what'll get you off this stinkhole." He pointed at himself before continuing, "Attitude, and connections."