I woke up, after my plane crash landed and watched as a man in red paint was taking my son. I tried moving, but for some reason my body wouldn’t react. By the time I could react, it had been far too late. The first thing which stood out as I awoke was the plane axe lodged in the torso of the plane attendant. I took a look around the plane cabin before making my exit and grabbed some medicine along with some dinner trays from the flight. Exiting the plane, I noticed the sleuth of baggage laid around me; I figured since the passengers were gone–or dead–I might as well help myself. Utilizing my axe, I opened enough cases to fill my pockets with cloths, energy drinks, and snack bars in case of emergencies. Once that was finished, I took a good look at my surroundings. I had no idea where the plane crash landed, but it was definitely The Forest . . .
I walked a few feet in towards the direction the plane had been facing and I encountered a waterfall. I made my way down south and found a nice area with some water and the remains of the other half of the airplane. I decided to make camp here, but only later would I realize what a grave mistake this would be, for what came after was a literal nightmare. Making a camp was easy thanks to the handy survival guide I bring with me whenever I travel. Utilizing the plane axe, I cut down a few trees and made a small hunting tent with rocks and sticks. It was rudimentary, but it would have to do for the time being as I had no other materials. Unfortunately, it had started to become dusk at this point and airline food is just not what it used to. There was only one choice left: I would have to hunt my own food.
Thanks to the nearby waterfall, there was plenty of fishing to be done–spear fishing that is. I took a stick and sharpened the end just enough to where it could easily skewer a fish. After gathering a few of the pesky critters, I gathered some rocks and sticks to make a fire-pit and made some fish skewers for dinner . . . yum. I drank some water from the lake and it didn’t sit too well with me at the time, but it was the only thing I could do to stave off thirst. At least until I found a way to gather some clean water. That night I thought about what I needed to do and wrote down a list on my journal. My ultimate goal is to find Timmy, but I also want to make sure that if there are any other survivors I could help them. Having multiple people in a group would increase our chances of survival and allow us to explore the area faster. Keeping these two goals in mind, I left the fire on for warmth and proceeded to go to sleep until . . . something disturbed my rest
I was rudely awoken by these pale people wearing nothing but their birthday suits. However, something was truly off when I noticed that these men had no genitalia and looked almost as if they had been starving for months. It was strange when they yelled and howled, but I wouldn’t budge. Was it the sheer terror that permeated my soul, or was I simply not intimidated by these savages? I can’t say, but I gripped my axe and ran towards them. Yet, instead of attacking, they fled. I gave chase, but they were simply too quick and the darkness of the forest aided in their escape. They knew where I was now; I couldn’t go back to camp anymore. I had to run, but where? I headed towards the coast and there it was: the ocean.
To my surprise, as I walked along the coast, I noticed what appeared to be some campgrounds. I moved towards them and found a small tent. I decided to catch my rest inside until morning. But not before writing in my journal, in case something happened.
Let it be known that I, Eric, crash landed here and was eliminated by natives that appeared to be eunuchs. If you’re reading this, then run! They will be coming for you!