“Are you the only one that survived?” The man asked.
I sat there stared at the sandy ground, lowering my head to think. I remembered everything that led to this disaster. I never could’ve imagined how the events would have played. You always think your sure of things, but that’s never case it seems. I then began to weave the story of what happened before this in my head.
(Flashes back to what happened earlier)
I was on an airplane that lead to this luxurious Island that I forgot the name of (it was an exotic, long name). The thought of going to this luxurious Island excited me. I revelled in thinking of the vast amount of things to do there. If only my best friend Mike could’ve been here with me. He’s probably dead now though unfortunately; he was lost in the woods and never found again. I was depressed at the thought of that. When everyone got seated, the person who sat next to me revealed only a cold exterior.
He sat there in contemplation, judging from how his chin rested on his hand. I observed the man for a brief moment before returning my own reality. He did not mind it seemed, and if so, much less than what his mind was focusing on right now. His appearance was intimidating. He wore a trench coat over what seem to be a black shirt. He had a goatee and was tall and muscular, with short hair. He looked oddly familiar somehow. I then distanced myself slightly and returned to my own business.
The Airplane suddenly began shaking. I thought it was turbulence until the pressure hurt my ears horribly. Everyone began to tumble over to the seat in front of them, as the airplane began what seemed to be nose-diving. Flight Agents alerted that there’d be a crash. Then I saw a man sporting a white T-shirt run out of the cockpit room and pointed his gun, waving it haphazardly at the passengers. He then began opening fire at them. He told us that all he wanted was to kill everyone and leave the airplane to collect a major profit for disrupting an airline for his terrorist comrades.
It was too fast before anyone could react though. People ran around, unaware of the rapidly sinking ship. In mere moments, the airplane smashed water the front disintegrated. Passengers flew back as the airplane exploded rapidly and suddenly.
I myself was launched into the water, but I was essentially unscathed. I looked back and saw the dead corpses around me. Nobody survived that explosion but me and the sight was horrific. I cursed at that terrorist but there was no point in getting angry at a dead man. I then began to pick up everything around me while making my way to shore. I managed to grab a utility knife, iron pipe, and an empty water bottle. I didn’t know how to swim but somehow, my violent “flapping” of the arms worked and I made it to shore.
I crawled on the sandy beach of this small, tropical island. I looked around the island. The sky was light blue, the sand was wet and tan coloured, and the coconut trees stood tall....