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It was around 2:00 when the plane was supposed to arrive but it never came. They checked satellite tapes but several forests weren’t observed some eco maniac had convinced them to not let technology come in contact with the forest. They did however fly planes over them to save fuel. Search teams were going to be dispatched but some people argued against sending people into the forests. Nobody knew when they would be able to search or if there were even survivors.

Everything had happened so fast John could barely comprehend what had happened. A gunshot rang through the plane and all the sudden they were going down fast. All order had left they plane for the tenuous minutes they fell people running around trying to find some way to survive. John had run to the back of the plane he thought that if the plane hit ground at the front the back would take the least impact. Apparently it had worked.

He was alive but not in the best shape he had heavy bruising and a large gash on his forehead. It took quite a bit of effort for him to him to get up and look around. He could see some that looked alive but he began to walk the halls of the plane wreckage calling out for anyone who could hear him.

"Oy!" Sean yelled in slight panic to John's calling. Sean had been on so many airplanes that day, it took him a minute to regain his memory. He began to giggle a little. Last thing he could remember was swallowing a valium and one of the small airline bottles of gin. Never thought this really happened to real people. He thought as he gingerly extracted himself from the seat. His head and legs throbbed painfully, but was relieved when he found that he could walk. "What the hell happened here?"

Sir Claude Barrette was quielty working on some papers on his laptop for a meeting. He was going to visit his children for the weekend to get away from the House of commons and debating and party meetings. All of a sudden he heard a gunshot and after only a few minutes he woke up finding the plane windows smashed and him on the ground. At first he thought he could move his walks but he knew he had broken them after the plan crashed. He screamed and yelled for him.

"Someone help me please!!! I can't move my legs please help me someone please!!"

OOC: Yeah I know but he'll find a way to live.

(OOC: UK2, if your guys leg(s) is/are broken, he's probably not walking for a very long time)

"Oy!" Sean yelled in slight panic to John's calling. Sean had been on so many airplanes that day, it took him a minute to regain his memory. He began to giggle a little. Last thing he could remember was swallowing a valium and one of the small airline bottles of gin. Never thought this really happened to real people. He thought as he gingerly extracted himself from the seat. His head and legs throbbed painfully, but was relieved when he found that he could walk. "What the hell happened here?"

“I don’t know but I’m going to see if the cockpit is in one piece.” John said. “Perhaps something there could shine some light on the situation.”

Sir Claude Barrette was quielty working on some papers on his laptop for a meeting. He was going to visit his children for the weekend to get away from the House of commons and debating and party meetings. All of a sudden he heard a gunshot and after only a few minutes he woke up finding the plane windows smashed and him on the ground. At first he thought he could move his walks but he knew he had broken them after the plan crashed. He screamed and yelled for him.

"Someone help me please!!! I can't move my legs please help me someone please!!"

John walked over to the screaming man and helped him sit up against a fallen chair. “Does this hurt” He said applying some pressure to the man’s leg.

Claude screamed in pain as he could feel the pain in his right leg. His left leg was hurting him but he knew he hadn't broken it. As a seventy-one year old Claude couldn't believe he was still alive and wondered what happened to the other people aboard. In an old Scottish acent Claude answered the man who was helping him.

"Aye, My right leg is broken not me left. If you could help me up I'm sure I will be able to walk on me own".

"We should get the wounded out of the plane." Sean said while searching for the exit.

Claude screamed in pain as he could feel the pain in his right leg. His left leg was hurting him but he knew he hadn't broken it. As a seventy-one year old Claude couldn't believe he was still alive and wondered what happened to the other people aboard. In an old Scottish acent Claude answered the man who was helping him.

"Aye, My right leg is broken not me left. If you could help me up I'm sure I will be able to walk on me own".

“If you say so.” John said helping the man to his feet. “I’m John by the way.”

"We should get the wounded out of the plane." Sean said while searching for the exit.

"You find the exit I'll look for more survivors." John said heading to the front of the plane calling out again.

Mykola was awoken by what he could've sworn was a gunshot. His hand instantly went for the holster on his right hip, and he found a rather large, outdated mobile phone there. Even after seven years out of the force, his muscles still maintained the memory that had been drilled into them for over four decades.

He felt the nose of the aircraft pitch down sharply, and braced himself against the chair infront. What could only have been a few minutes had felt like hours as he waited for the plane to finally hit something solid. When it did, the force sent him headfirst into the back of the seat he'd been bracing against, busting his nose.

"Son of a..."

His mind was now on helping those around him. The woman who'd been sitting next to him looked in a bad way. His hand touched the side of her neck. Nothing. It had always puzzled him how that could happen. How two people sat so close together could come off so differently. She was dead, yet he was hardly injured.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. His legs still worked, that was a good start. Glancing around, he saw several other survivors already on their feet.

Thrusting his shoulder into the door at the front of the plane, Sean was able to force the door open. As the light shone into the ruined plane, Sean asked "Does anyone know where we are?"

Mykola was awoken by what he could've sworn was a gunshot. His hand instantly went for the holster on his right hip, and he found a rather large, outdated mobile phone there. Even after seven years out of the force, his muscles still maintained the memory that had been drilled into them for over four decades.

He felt the nose of the aircraft pitch down sharply, and braced himself against the chair infront. What could only have been a few minutes had felt like hours as he waited for the plane to finally hit something solid. When it did, the force sent him headfirst into the back of the seat he'd been bracing against, busting his nose.

"Son of a..."

His mind was now on helping those around him. The woman who'd been sitting next to him looked in a bad way. His hand touched the side of her neck. Nothing. It had always puzzled him how that could happen. How two people sat so close together could come off so differently. She was dead, yet he was hardly injured.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. His legs still worked, that was a good start. Glancing around, he saw several other survivors already on their feet.

“Hey you alright?” John called noticing the man standing up out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey you alright?” John called noticing the man standing up out of the corner of his eye.

Mykola shrugged, "I'd be better if we were still thirty-thousand feet in the air, but I'm in pretty good shape considering we're not." He dabbed at his bloodied nose with a handkerchief, wincing slightly. "Do you know what happened?"

Before the Crash

Vincent sat in the seat with his legs crossed as he read his hunting magazine. Next to him sat two 13-year-old boys. One was named Keagen the other Kyle. They seemed like nice children. Only they were very quiet. He tryed to talk to them numerous times but they never said any thing.

After the Crash

What the hell happened? Vincent looked around. the seats and aisle were strewn with blood and carcauses. He could barely open his eyes because of the giant gash above them. All he could do was scream out. he started screaming out his friend's, Bob, name. After a few minutes of moaing Bob's name he was able to open his eyes wide enough to see out of them. In front of him... death and fire. To his right side. A blood strewn carcause filled aisle. Behind him. Nothing. And next to, this is what creeped him out the most, was the lifeless body of Kyle. Vincent screamed and jumped out of the seat. He walked backwards until he fell over ontop of Bob. "There you are... Bo." he didn't finish his sentence because Bob couldn't hear it. Bob was dead.

Thrusting his shoulder into the door at the front of the plane, Sean was able to force the door open. As the light shone into the ruined plane, Sean asked "Does anyone know where we are?"

“I’m not sure but we were in Ithsam airspace if I had to guess I would say our westernmost forest. Can’t recall the name but sadly nobody goes here it’s actually illegal to enter this forest if I’m thinking of the right one.” John said

Sean ran down the aisle to the man looking at the carcass. "Hey. You okay?"

“I’m not sure but we were in Ithsam airspace if I had to guess I would say our westernmost forest. Can’t recall the name but sadly nobody goes here it’s actually illegal to enter this forest if I’m thinking of the right one.” John said


Sean looked up from the man. "Illegal, like, no one will come looking for us, or illegal like they'll kick our asses if we are found here?"

Sean looked up from the man. "Illegal, like, no one will come looking for us, or illegal like they'll kick our asses if we are found here?"

“Well when the plane doesn’t arrive they will know we are stranded somewhere or dead so they probably won’t kill us. However it’s a wildlife preserve scientists only come here once every year or so. There is little chance they will look for us here. Our best chance is to get out of this forest to where we will be seen on satellite but before we start going over a plan let’s find anyone alive and get out of this plane.” Said John looking through the rubble for anyone he could find.

Claude found his laptop it wasn't damaged but he knew he would have to fix it. With the help of John he was able to get up but he could barely walk on his own. He was lucky to find a walking stick that belonged to a dead man next to him and he begain to follow the others who had lived after the crash.

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Before Crash: 13 year old Adam Thomas was playing games on his laptop in his seat, his parents had him flown 1st class. He didn't notice the gunshot, scince he was playing a war game. But when the plane started tipping he hit his head on his chair and blacked out.

After the crash: Adam slowly regained counciosness. He tried to get up and pain shot through his left soulder. He looked down at his left side and yelled for help as he saw his left arm, lying 2 yards away from him.

Claude heard some yells for help and quickly followed them to a young boy who was on the ground. He covered his mouth when he saw the boy's arm near his feet. Claude was shocked and careful helped him on a chair.

"Hello, Me names Claude what's yours?"

Adam looked up and saw a man. He helped Adam to his chair "Hello, Me names Claude what's yours?" "Adam" he said weakly. He then passed out again.

OOC: 1st, what was the plane going to, like what city? 2nd, is it a tropical rainforest that they crashed in? If I don't know this there will be much:headbang:

Claude could see the boy was in no stable condition to move at all so Claude stayed with him. Claude had found his bags and started going through them until he found pieces of cloth and rapped it around the Adam's bleeding arm. Claude had been an army doctor and seen these times of wounds on soldiers. he quickly started to talk with the Adam trying to keep him from sleeping.

"Adam, that's a nice name. One of my grandchildren's name is Adam. Where are you from? What sport do you enjoy the best mines is soccer or football. That's what we call football back in my country".

To stop the boy from feeling pain Claude opened a bottle of rum and put the bottle up to the boy's lips. He then made Adam drink the whole bottle to make sure he felt no more pain for awhile. Claude had more bottles of rum but didn't know how much injured where on board. He careful led the boy on the ground so he can take a look at his arm but Claude couldn't find his medical tools but he knew they where on the plane.

Adam drank the rum and saw Claude, "thanks" he muttered. "My legs are fine, it's just my arm." He said. Adam got up and walked to the nearest opening out of the plane, a tear in the side of the hull, and looked out. Seeing trees for miles he realized they were in that protected forest that he heared on the news. "Oh my God"..... OOC: I am going to switch to 1st person.

"Hey, I found this in the pilot's cabin." Sean tossed a first aid kit down beside Claude and the boy. He had been pulling the dead and wounded out of the plane and setting them in a relative order of urgency, separating the ones most likely to survive from those least likely. The dead he had started to move away from the plane. "If your a doctor, we have a few wounded who need some help. I can stay with the boy if you want."

Mykola rummaged through the overhead lockers, opening bags and looking for anything of use. If it looked like it could be useful, he grabbed it.

It can be sorted properly later, for now, I grab what I can

He was so focused on raiding the bags, he barely noticed what was going on around him. Taking a moment to look at those around him, he thought it best to try and bring some semblance of order to the chaos that surrounded them.

"I think it is best we make a decision on our plans. Do we stay here and await a rescue which may never come, or do we try and find our own salvation, risking our lives in the process?"

"Thank you very much. Can you please show me to the injured. I need to see them right away. I need everything you can find on this plane outside and ready fro me. I might need to use them".

With his cane as his supporter Claude was able to get up walk towards Sean. Claude took up the first aide kit and put it on a chair he himself felling pain drank some rum as he saw blood coming down from his head.

I stared out at the trees, just looking at the moon and stars. Then I heard something, a loud roar that sent chills down my spine. I ran back to hide in the plane ( i had crawled out)

Claude looked at Mykola for awhile and just laughed like a drunkard. But a few minutes he stopped laughing as the pain in his head increased.

"Are you crazy? We have injured aboard and we need to stay by the plane for them to recover. I know what would happen if we moved them. I was in the army for twenty-eight years and served as an army doctor. They where die if we leave, we must stay here and wait!".

Claude remembered later that week while was in the British House of Commons debating. Right now it reminded him of home and he couldn't stand it. He opened up on of his bags to find a flare gun which he carried for a crisis like this one. After he found it he hid it back into his bag to use it when the group needed it the most.

"Thank you very much. Can you please show me to the injured. I need to see them right away. I need everything you can find on this plane outside and ready fro me. I might need to use them".


"The laying nearest to us are the ones who need the most urgent care. I've been able to stabilize them, and the ones to the left of them are the ones who aren't cut up as bad. The ones a little further away are the ones who aren't gonna make it. I was worried about infection, so I was able to scrape some of the vodka together, and if we're conservative enough, I don't think there will be too many infections." he stood up and sighed heavily. "Doc, you got a name?"

As I scrambled back into the plane, I realized how hard only having one arm was going to be. I jumped into the plane through a tear made by a tree. "There is something out there!"

"Thanks, me name is Claude or my friends call me Mike, a nickname I earned in the military."

Claude quickly got to work, he used the first aide kit and his medical tools in bag he found. The ones that needed the most urgent care Claude took a look at them and he knew he had to operate on them and it only took him a few minutes to clean their wounded and operate.

By time he was down he got past the urgents and the people who weren't badly hurt he stared at the men and women that where going to die. Claude took the Hippocratic Oath and couldn't let these people die in pain but he knew their was nothing he could do. He gave them some sips of rum and one by one they died.

Claude turned his head as the last one died and he got back to the injured that where going to alive. He gave them all a glass of rum and the vodka put together to stop the pain.

"All right I only have twenty bottles of rum left and by the looks of it I need more. I need you all to look around the plane for some".

OOC: Anyone going to post yet?

Mykola snorted as he continued sifting through the luggage. "I've found three bottles of cheap vodka, not even fit for my dog to drink, but someone must drink it or why they sell it? People must have no taste." He paced over to Claude and handed him the three bottles. "If this had been any better, I'd have kept a bottle for myself. As is, I guess you're lucky people drink this. I'll see if I can find any more in my search, but no promises."

"Thank you. We need as much as we can carry. Rip through every bag on this plane until you find them".

Sean pulled a pill container off of his keychain. "Valium. It should work better than alcohol." He said, tossing it to the doctor. I think I may have some more in my bag if I can find it."

As he walked back to the plane, he dug out a cigarette and flicked open the zippo lighter, taking a long drag of the unfiltered tobacco as he began to rummage through the ruins.

"Thank you very much. All of them need it very much right now."

Claude opened the container and gave one pill each to all the injured. Even had one himself as the pain in his head continued to get worse and worse. In a few minutes he blacked out....

OOC: 1st, what was the plane going to, like what city? 2nd, is it a tropical rainforest that they crashed in? If I don't know this there will be much:headbang:

OOC: do OOC stuff in the sign up thread but it was heading to Kalia the second largest city in Ithsam and no its not tropical.

As I scrambled back into the plane, I realized how hard only having one arm was going to be. I jumped into the plane through a tear made by a tree. "There is something out there!"

“Nobody has entered this forest in 9 years there’s no telling what’s out there so stay inside and if it comes in here were screwed.” John said. “I’m going to go to the cockpit they had to attack the pilots with something and if were lucky we can use it against whatever’s out there.” He said walking to the front of the plane.

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