I sit down. What could happen? Then I felt a small pain in my back.

About five minutes later, I'm running from tigers. I run faster but can feel one's behind me. I trip, fall, and I know this'll be the end. I quickly stab it in the chest, hoping I killed it. I push it away from me and try to regain balance by propping on a tree. I brush my fingers down my back and come with a handful of blood. The bear claw. I remember, it didn't hurt that bad, but it's leaking blood. So I cover it with my jacket and look through medical kits in the wreckage. I take bandages, the kind like mummies, and wrap that around the bear claw. Both of my legs are sore and my face stings because I ran into thorn vines.

I try to get up from sitting, no avail. So I just sat and thought.

I'm glad I got a boar though. I cut out the meat where you're supposed to and I make a fire from leaves and clean sticks to cook it. At least people will have a guaranteed breakfast. It turns out like bacon, but I still cook it, knowing it's half way done.

I wipe more blood off my eye. This is bleeding more than usual.

I smell human blood, "Is your eye still bleeding?" I ask, finishing the bacon.

"Yeah, it should've stopped by now." I said. "My doctor said it should only do it in short bursts."

"What's wrong with it?" I ask, giving everyone some bacon.

"They think its trauma related." I said. I really didn't want to go deeper. To be clear, every time I think of Juan Carlos Dulara this happens.

"Okay. Want some bacon?" I ask. "Why'd the plane crash?"

"By the looks of the wreckage it looks like right engine failiure." I said. "See how it's tilted to the left."

"Yeah." I say. "Wanna go in there to look for some stuff?" I clutch the side of my head. "Concussion." I say in pain.

"Yeah, hopefully there's more than what I found in the cargo area." I got up, holding in a yell of pain from the injury and began making my way over to the plane.

I get up and go into the main part. "Look the luggage!" I call.

I came over. "What's in it?" I ask.