Lights flicker before shutting
down completely, painting everything pitch black.
No one was awake to notice.
Prologue
Hurts, it was the only word her mind
could come up with, too tired to whisper from dry lips. Arabelle shifted from her position on
the plane floor and immediately regretted it. Pain enveloped her, forcing a stifled groan from
her throat and prompting her to squeeze her eyes shut.
She thinks she is dreaming when she
finally looks around, a horrible nightmare staring back at her. She remembers the plane, the captains
voice, and the masks falling from the ceiling. It all becomes a blank from there, a stretched blanket
of black.
Not real, she murmurs though the
words, again, don't make it past her lips. They are stuck in her vocal box, stuck in a chord as her eyes travel
among the wreckage. She felt as if she was suffocating but it was just a body, its upper half draped across her
chest. She reacted instinctively, like any other would, and immediately began to push it off.
"No, no!" the words scratched her throat as they came out,
a desperate feeling of the need for more air. "Get off me!" she rasped pushing against its chest.
She felt the world closing in
on her, the air thick and hard to breathe in. For the second time that day, Arabelle unwilling fell into
unconsciousness. A thick forest surrounded the plane, branches broken. She wouldn't have survived
if she was the only one in the plane. A few feet from her someone else was waking up.
One hell of a hangover,
Tristan stirred with a painful pounding in his head. He wiped his temple only to smear blood and
feel a sting from the scratch. Frowning, Tristan broke out of his grogginess and gradually became
alert. The solution that came to his mind was a dream.
He pushed himself up
and stumbled, grabbing on to the back of a seat to steady himself. The seats were empty, every one
of them, and only three individuals were there. His eyes squinted as he made out a forth one, draped
over a girl. In a plane with over one hundred seats and people, Tristan only saw four passengers.
He slipped on a tray and fell to the ground, confusion written all over his face.
Where the hell was everyone else?
to survive
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