This is not a fictional story. I am writing this just in case help never arrives and we die out here. Most if not everyone else has given up on the possibility of rescue, and things are getting worse by the minute, but I still believe, and if there is even a chance of it. Somebody needs to know what happened to us. So here it is. The truth of the group of mostly strangers who crash landed in hell. We call ourselves the Wolf Pack. Our plane crashed on July 5th, 2030, in some forest surrounded by mountains. I'm sure some of the others would agree that the crash itself wasn't even the most traumatic event that has happened since we've... arrived. Sure, a lot of things were happening fast and everywhere. People screaming, the deployment of the airbags, and that terrifying moment before impact, but what we have done in the name of survival since then... God have mercy on our souls.
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"Wake the fuck up Doddie!"
The nothing Doddie was seeing and feeling, was rudely interrupted by words and pain in her face.
"Doddie!"
"Wha, ims up."
"Doddie, we have to go now, so wake the fuck up!"
Was that Carrie? Why was she being so serious? Doddie lazily lifted an eye, and the black smoke that clouded the air, combined with the blood dripping from the massive gash over Carrie's left eye, shocked Doddie awake fully, and she tried jetting upwards only to be met with a wall of nausea, knocking her back into the seat.
"Doddie! Doddie, we have to go." Carrie cried.
The ringing in her ears made it difficult to hear Carrie, and the screams and moans of the people around them didn't make it any easier.
The smell of shit and roasted meat almost made her vomit, and the heat... it was so damn hot.
"What happened where are we?" Doddie asked weakly, trying again to stand.
"The plane crashed, Doddie, so many people are..."
Carrie turned away and vomited. Doddie finally stood on shaking legs, ignoring her soaked pants.
"Carrie, we have to go."
Carrie shook her head in agreement, and they held each other up as they made their way out the plane.
******
"Help, Please, Anyone, Goddammit!" Aliya screamed, without taking her attention off Devon's arms, which were not bent in a way that should be possible. "Just hang in there, Devon, I've got you, I'm right here." He groaned in response.
"Hello, did somebody land over here!?" A man shouted from the sight of the crash.
"Yeah! We're over here! I need help, he's... been.. injured." She swallowed. Injured was an understatement, she could see the fucking bone of one of them. There was no chance he would be able to use them again if he even survived until morning. But she couldn't freak him out. The fact he was even still conscious was a mystery to her.
A tanned Italian man came racing over but stopped short, a horrified look on his face. "Oh shit, is that the fucking bone!?"
"He needs help."
The man started speaking Italian, and Aliya could only understand a few phrases hear and there, and none of it was good.
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"Mckenzie...Wake up Mckenzie... Mckenzie? Mckenzie!"
"Mom? I thought you were in Paris for the Smell and Look Like a Russo, fashion show?"
"I was but me and your... me and your father have been talking, and you have...
"Mom? Are you ok?"
"I Gave You Everything You Ungrateful..."
Mckenzie jumped, staring into her mother's unfamiliar eyes.
"Honey. You have to breathe."
"What's happening! Mom! Mom!"
"Come on, babe, you have to breathe, come on."
The world slowly blinked into place as Lyle, her boyfriend, sat over her, hands on her chest.
"You're ok! Oh, thank god! You're okay!" He laughed, dropping his head to hers. She met him halfway and kissed him weakly.
"What happened?"
"The plane went down, both of the pilots are dead, we don't know how it happened, but anyone who could help are going around and searching for any survivors who landed outside the plane.. babe, it's bad, like, really bad."
A laugh bubbled up in her chest, and she couldn't help but too let it go. She must've sounded like a mad woman because Lyle looked at her as if she were crazy.
"Babe?"
"Of course, our plane, one of countless others. Crashed, why does this shit always happen to me!?"
"What does that mean?" A fuzzy but familiar male voice asked from behind her.
Lyle and Mckenzie both faced the speaker. She cursed under her breath. Anthony was leaning against a tree, looking unfazed like always.
"What do you mean by and I repeat. Why does this shit always happen to me?" He asked, stone faced.
"Who the hell are you, bro?" Lyle asked, getting territorial. She knew if she didn't fix this now, he'd probably beat Anthony until he couldn't breathe.
"It's ok babe he's probably just a concerned passenger." She said with practiced innocence, touching his arm lightly to sell it, but on the inside, she was screaming at Anthony. She would let him have it later, once they were alone, and she could tell him just how big of a tool he is.
She looked at Anthony with a forced smile. "And if you must know, I was talking about family matters, so if you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about it."
She needed to put him in his place a bit because she was not his toy to do with whatever he sees fit to do with her.
He shrugged. "Whatever." And he walked away.
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Aliya and the Italian man were racing Devon over to the tall woman, helping Josh Banner get his arm into a well-made sling. When the sight made her stop in place.
"Hey? Miss? Miss!"
"It's exactly the same as what I dreamt."
"Excuse me?"
She was about to respond when a cry dried out her mouth.
"There was blood everywhere, and somebody was screaming..." She recited every word like swallowing a bit of acid. "It was such a tortured scream, one that seemed to echo for miles, yet never leaves your head."
"Save My Baby, Somebody Please Save My Baby!" Aliya screamed in perfect unison with the now screaming woman.
The Italian man looked startled for a moment but shook it off. "What are you doing? we don't have time for this. We need to drop this guy off and then help the screaming lady."
Aliya swallowed hard and nodded her agreement.
She knew there was no way that she really had a prophetic vision or some kind of premonition.
A coincidence. That's all it was.
******
"Is this everyone!?" Mr. Sowell asked as Anthony returned to the crash sight. Fires danced around, and the smell of the incinerated made him want to gag.
He had his sights set on a tree left of the group, but once he saw a lady ugly crying at the base of it, he changed course to one nearby and climbed up a few branches until he found a decent perch and shut his eyes.
"What are you doing!?"
He let loose a breath. Not this girl. "Aliya! So you survived the crash... why?"
Aliya Hartman was Mckenzie's best friend, a certified nerd, and a massive cock block, and now she was one of these screaming ingrates he'd have to deal with.
"Too bad for you, I just saw Lyle and Mckenzie, and not to make a pun or anything, but they were sitting in a tree k I s s I n g. Kind of, like you, but there was no tree... well, that's not one hundred percent true. Mckenzie is my best friend, so I hear all kinds of stories about his..."
"Gather around!" Mr. Sowell instructed.
"Maybe another time." She shrugged.
"Yeah fuck you too."
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"Look everyone, I know you're scared, I am as well but we have to pick ourselves up, and that starts with a head count, and then looking for supplies in the rubble." Barne said masking his own panic. They needed someone to get them through this, and he would be that someone.
Everyone looked around at each other, some red eyed, some with gashes all over their bodies that needed immediate medical attention. It was all a big mess, but they murmured and nodded their understanding.
"Great. So I'll go around and get a count, and we'll go from there."
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"It's a new dawn it's a new day." Mckenzie said face nuzzled up against Lyle's neck.
He let out a low, breathy chuckle, and rubbed his eyes with the hand she wasn't keeping hostage and using as her pillow. "I need at least another hour of sleep before I can deal with your weirdness."
She kissed his neck and sat up. "Morning sleepy head."
"Morning."
She looked around for Aliya, but she was no longer sprawled out next to her. She must have gone to check on Devon again.
"Hey baby, can you go and get me some water, I'm dying over here, but going over to the crash sight makes me sad." She hated even thinking about it, or the people who were still scouring the area for their lost companions.
"Five more minutes."
"No, I need it now, please."
"Uggh, fine, anything for you, babe."
******
Only 17 people survived the crash. It wasn't the best number, but it wasn't the worst either. Barne let out a sigh. Everything would be okay. The planes transmitter had to be somewhere around here, relaying a distress signal to one of the towers or however it worked. They would be fine. Help would come soon it had to.
"It was you! You took my baby from me!" A woman screamed.
He spun around. He couldn't let any altercations start up; they were already low on food and supplies, so he couldn't let chaos reign if they wanted to survive this until help arrived.
His best student, and a very brilliant mind, Ms. Aliya Hartman was being backed down by an older white woman in her fifties, maybe sixties, whose name he believed was Sandra Tesly. She was the woman whose kid was crushed by parts of the wing. He felt sorry for her. He did, but it was nobodies fault, and he couldn't have her starting problems.
"I didn't do anything!"
"Mrs. Sandra, that's enough, Aliya's right. This was nobodies fault."
"It was her, she took my baby! The man told me! It was you! It was you! It was you!" The woman cried.
"Who told you that? Whoever it was was obviously lying. She's a high school student, not a bond villain."
The woman went quiet, and Barne looked at Aliya. "You can go, I've got it from here."
She nodded. "Thank you for the save teach."
"It was you!" Sandra lunged for Aliya, holding a sharp looking piece of metal, Barne hadn't noticed she had.
"Shit!" He couldn't get to her in time! Fuck no, no, no!
He heard the crack before he registered what had happened.
"What the hell?"
More of the group had gathered around to check out what was going on, as Lyle Cancer tackled the woman to the ground and wrestled for the weapon in her hand.
"Fuck!" Lyle exclaimed pushing off the woman. He now had the sharp object, but he was holding his wrist as if in pain. "The psycho bit me."
"Give it back! She has to die! It's all her fault."
"Harper!"
A tall woman came sprinting to Barnes side.
"I need you to look at that bite wound, and can we get a few people to get her under control, please."
******
The sun had set again, with no help in sight. Everyone was tired and just wanted to go to their respective blankets on the hard earth and sleep, but Mr. Sowell had called for everyone to gather, so here they were, standing in the clearing of the crash sight.
"Look." He cleared his throat. "We've only been here for two days now, not a lifetime, so calm down. I know you'd all rather be sitting comfortable at home texting your friends, or playing video games, or whatever it is that you do while not being stranded in the middle of god knows where. Trust me. I don't want to be here either. But help has to come... Somebody has to have noticed us missing by now, and they'll come looking for us. I can feel it. So, just until help comes, we'll do what we have to do to survive."
A few mumbles of agreement went around the group, but Doddie wasn't so easily comforted. His delivery was confident, and he said all the right words, but something down in her gut told her that help wasn't coming as soon as he was trying to convince them it was.