Deserted

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“Mnh. Where am I?” I sit up and rub my eyes. “Ugh.” There was sand on my hand. “Sand? Why is there sand on me?” I look around. I’m sitting on a beach. The last thing I remember is some major turbulance, then it gets a bit fuzzy. I remember the warning buzzers going off, the masks dropping, but I still can’t remember much else. I try to get up, but it feels like someone is stabbing my left leg. “Oh no.” I groan. “I hope I didn’t break it.”

“Hey! HEY!”

I look towards where the voice was coming from. “HELP. I think my leg is broken!”

“Wait there!”

“Where else am I going to go?” A man and a few other survivors come running towards me.

“Which one?”

“My left I believe.” One man comes over and touches my leg. Proding it in different places. “Ow!”

“Sorry. Just had to see where the break might be. We can try to make a splint for you, but you won’t be able to walk on it.” The guy leaves with the others to get supplies. This is just great. I can’t even walk properly now. I hope people know something happened. A few came back to me, I can see the others working on trying to build at least something for the night.

“Here you go, this will at least set the bones, but you really need a doctor.”

“Then let’s hope they know our plane went down, and try to find us, soon.”

“We can only hope. C’mon. Let’s get you up.”The man and one of the others, puts their arms under my arm pits. They pull me up while I try to push with my good leg. “And we’re up. Good, now let’s get you over to the trees.”

We move slowly to the trees. The others are getting along well in trying to build something for the night. “How is everyone?”

“Just peachy. Just trying to get this roof to work.”

“Cool. I’m sorry I’m going to be a burndon on everyone. I wish my leg wasn’t broken.”

“Man we’re lucky to be alive, just count yourself lucky that’s all that happened to you.”

“Mhm.” Came from everyone else.

“Do you think we can make it?”

“For about a week without water. After that, I don’t know.”

“Great.”

“I’m gunna go searching around the island, maybe find some food.”

“Be careful at night.”

“I will.”

“Okay, let’s just finish this roof and figure the rests out tomorrow.”

*  *   *

“Guys, come see this.” Everyone gets up and leaves me to see what the person that left for the food found. Sometime later, they come back with paramedics. They lifted me up on a stretcher.

“We got lucky, we landed on an inhabited island. A resort is just up the hill.”

 

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