Post by AUSTIN MYTH on Jan 18, 2011 23:45:03 GMT -5
2 months after the crash
The sun was hidden by a sea of green trees, a lucious paradise, a beach getaway, the whole idea of comfort. It had gotten better, the crash was behind them most people had found their stuff and were trying to live here. They kept grasping to the hope of rescue, but Austin knew better. The search for wrecked planes never goes on long, especially when its just a commercial airliner. So he was going to make the best of it.
Although not that familiar with the rest of the survivors, he had made it known he had the knowledge to survive. But he didn't want to lead these people, he had a hard enough time teaching children the skills let alone survivors of a crash. Hysterical, crazed, and maybe suffering from PTSD. He sighed as he thought on it, he wasn't that phased. Sure he had been sore for a while, but living on this island the last two months had been what he needed. A steady diet of fruit and fish, so he was healthier now then he'd ever been.
Silently he wiped sweat off his brow and climbed up the small rock outcropping. He stopped, somthing was moving over his hand. He pulled back and saw the familiar body of a snake. He about panicked, thinking venomous, but the coloration. He laughed silently at himself and recited the verse,"Red touch yellow will kill a fellow, red touch black is a friend of Jack." He pushed the harmless snake off his hand and pulled himself up.
He sighed and sat at the top and looked down at the jungle below. He was exploring, seeing what else was on the island, anything that could give a hint to where they were. He spit and stood up, brushing the dirt off his shorts. His ragged shirt had only gotten worse, he had other clothes yeah, but he wore his crash clothes when he was exploring. Thankfully he'd retreived his bag, found his survival knife. Not able to take it on carry-on he'd thought it was going to be lost.
The jungle had offered alot of materials, wood, food, and a feeling of safety. He sighed and started walking deeper into the green expanse, he'd let everyone know he'd be walking into the jungle, headed north is what he'd told them. In his thoughts he'd nearly missed it, a crashed plane. A small one, a personal plane by the looks. Stuck in the trees."Bad island for planes I guess." He looked up, it would be a hard climb. The plane was too old to try to salvage anything off of it, but it was always worth a look.
He started to climbe the tree, struggling to find handholds. About halfway up his grip slipped and he slid down to the ground, slowing himself before impact. He slid down and turned his back to the tree and sat for a breather,"Fuck me..." He opened a bottle of water that he'd brought with him and took a drink. It wasn't ice cold but it was still refreshing.
