Untitled Story
Anonymous
You recline in your seat as the small aircraft glides through the air. You're travelling alone to meet your family in Costa Rica. It's your first time flying alone, and you're a little nervous. You take a drink of your Coke and watch the rain forest speed by below you. You see rain clouds ahead. The plane is headed for them. "There's a storm!" You yell to the pilot over the noise of the engines. "It's just a small one," he replies. "Nothing to worry about."
A few minutes later, the storm rages around you. Now, the pilot looks worried. You lean forward, but before you can ask the pilot your question, blinding light fills the plane, along with a burning, tingling sensation. "LIGHTNING!" the pilot screams. As your aircraft spirals towards a field, you try to brace yourself for the impact. But your attempts are useless, and you black out as soon as the plane hits the ground.
You open your eyes to unfamiliar territory. You gasp as you remember the crash. You feel sick as you think of the pilot. You survey the wreckage. You could stay by the crash site, you realize, and search through your belongings for any salvageable items. Or, you could leave and explore the jungle.