A sudden drop, a rude awakening, my plane began to nosedive quicker than the US economy. Out pilot came on telling us that we were going to make an emergency water landing in the Pacific. The crash was the most violent and terrifying thing I had ever experienced, at least from what I remembered. When I came to, I was face down in the sand, sunburnt and a throbbing pain began to consume my entire left arm. As I arose and looked around I realized that I was washed ashore onto an island.
My adrenaline was rushing through my veins quicker than a nascar at the final lap of the Daytona 500. I was so focused on finding other survivors that I had become totally oblivious to the pain in my arm. After fifteen minutes of searching, I began to feel light headed again and passed out once more.
The next time I awoke I began to hear the crackling of a fire and the low hum of a human voice. The pain in my left arm had ceased as I noticed it had been wrapped in gauze and treated with medicine. I attempted to get up, only to snap a twig. This caught the attention of the unfamiliar woman who began to approach me.
She handed me a meal of lobster and peanuts, which I assumed were washed up from the plane's first class section. The strange, yet attractive, figure began to explain how the plane experienced an engine failure and had to bail into the ocean. She went on to tell me that she was a doctor on board the flight and how she found me on the shore. Apparently in the crash I had experienced a concussion and a fragment from the plane had lodged into my left arm. If she had not found me and treated my wounds I would have bleed to death.
We began to discuss our lives and backgrounds as we enjoyed our meal. She must have seen the perplexity on my face, because she began to show me the supplies. They were limited and had to be rationed to ensure our safety and survival, at least until we found the other survivors. We only had an ipod with Eminem's Recovery album on it, a suitcase with medical supplies, dehydrated food, a knife, and a water purifier. The fire that I had heard earlier was fueled by a book the doctor had burned.
The supplies were our starting base and we worked for what seemed like weeks surveying and construction a habitable future. Eventually we began to accept the fact that we were the only survivors with no way off the island. We decided to make a new life for ourselves on this strange island, cut off from all of society. Our future together, would be what we made it.
