For whatever possible reason, Lyle loved the feeling of the pain he was going through. The pressure of pushing through the atmosphere. He was smiling at the feeling, he was almost ready to laugh. But with no air in his lungs, he would pretty much die. That was something he didn't want this quick. He sang a tune in his head as they were plummeting towards mother Earth. [i]"He's got the whole world, in his hands. Hes got the whole world, in his hands. Hes got the whole world, in his hands. Hes got the whole world in his hands."[/i] They were told the chances of surviving. To Lyle, this was the way to go out. It was better than getting your eyes sucked out of your head and having no oxygen to breath. He was on the last two lines of the song he could remember right before he hit the ground. [i]He's got everybody here, in his hands. Hes got everybody in his hands."[/i]

Just as the last line was said the lights went out for Lyle. But he recovered faster than most. His chair seemed to have been tossed a ways from the crash for whatever reason. It must have been the impact. Lyle was laying with the chair on its side. He unbuckled the belts he had and made sure he didn't have any injuries on him before standing up. He felt wet substance on across his shoulder. He knew it was blood but he also knew he would be fine. He stood up from his position and looked at the matter at hand. He noticed some were not moving. He noticed others were just getting up. The most important thing he noticed was the amount of death there had been within their first hour of slamming into the ground. 

Lyle squinted at the light of the sun. The warmth felt different from that of the temperature on The Continent. He felt much more relieved and free already. He felt normal for once... He had shook it off and didn't realize how much pain he was gonna feel. A sharp pain surprised from his leg surprised him. He looked down only to see a few large cuts in his right leg. Shrapnel had grazed his leg as they crashed. He stood there motionless, looking at the carnage that had just happened before his eyes. He looked up into the sky, wondering what them Councilmen had been doing while they were launched off into a land that was no longer known. Did anyone here have any survival skills? Was anyone here capable of leading a group? Or was it going to turn into a blood bath from the start? He switched thoughts as to what event was about to take place in his life. Knowing now that people were actually going to be needed in his life from here on out, a thought crossed his mind. One that he was hoping would never cross his mind for the rest of his life. [i]"Friends... I have to make friends... This is gonna suck."[/i]