Noler's P.O.V
The sound of the huge engine roared. I checked if my things were still in my bag. Then I made sure if I was buckled up. I also checked if my puke bags were with me. This is gonna be a long flight. "Everyone is reminded to buckle up and not to stand up," the captain said into his microphone. I lay down on my seat. Luckily, no one was sitting beside me. I took a book from my bag. The title was, 'Tourist's Guide To Europe'. I began to read it. The plane took of when I read the first word of the book. After the next few pages, I learnt that Europe was an amazing continent. Hours passed like flying arrows. At page number 237, I heard a rumble. I looked up, then looked around. Then looked at the captain at the control room. He was panicking. Just then, when I looked outside the window, the propellers and the wings of the plane failed to work. Slowly, the plane tilted. Then began to fall down. Now everyone was panicking, shouting and screaming. Babies started crying. Religious people started praying. I, too, began panicking. We were headed for the sea. Hundreds of meters away was an island. A huge island. I grabbed a hammer and smashed the window glass. Everyone else did not do that, only me. I jumped out the window a second before the whole plane crashed and began to sink in the sea. Everyone there died. I wasn't. I was stranded in the sea. Then I began swimming to the island nearby. At least I was an experienced swimmer. I reached the island in two minutes. I then lay down on the sand. I was hurt. Deeply hurt. The smashed glass punctured through my flesh. The grass nearby me moved. A pair of eyes watched me. I could not cry for help at all. I just closed my eyes and blacked out.
No P.O.V
Noler was hurt. Really hurt. The unknown guy approached him silently. His hand reached out for the glass shards on his body and pulled it out. He managed to pull out every single one without making damage to Noler. He dragged him away from shore to a huge jungle. He dragged him into his shelter and he made some mushroom stew. The unknown guy fed him slowly. Noler then coughed, but was not awake. The unknown guy went back to his kitchen.
Noler's P.O.V
I suddenly woke up in a strange place made out of wood. I looked around. I sat on the thing I was sitting on. It was a bed. I looked around again and saw a man picking up water from his cauldron into a glass bottle. He suddenly looked at me and approached me. He gave me the glass bottle. "Good that you're awake. Drink this," he said. I drank the bottle until the last bit. "Who are you?" I asked to the man who went back to the kitchen. He looked back at me. "Steve," the guy said. "You're stranded here?" I asked. "Yes. This is my shelter I made," replied Steve. I looked at him. He was probably in his thirties. He was wearing a sky-blue shirt with dark blue pants.
His brown hair matches his brown beard. "Is there anything I could do to help?" I asked. "Could you help me go outside and find some food?" asked Steve as he passed an iron sword to me. I said, "Sure." and stared at the sword. I really should ask for a knife. But I did not. I just stood up and went outside. The huge dense jungle made me feel like Tarzan. Actually, quarter Tarzan, quarter Indiana Jones and half Noler. I searched for food. There was a pig, but I don't really like pork. So I just went to a chicken and stared at it. I began imagining of eating my favorite food, fried chicken. After the chicken laid an egg, I slashed him with my sword. The raw meat was then sliced into pieces at Steve's shelter. He cooked the meat and gave half to me and half to himself. I munched on the chicken. It was delicious. After we ate, I gave Steve the egg I found. He stared at it and had an idea. He roasted the egg to make sure the chick inside was dead. 'Poor chick,' I thought. He went to a chest and took out three buckets of milk, two sugar and three wheat. He went to his kitchen and started to make something. I could not see what was he doing. Then he brought his masterpiece into a furnace. A few minutes later, he took out his masterpiece. It was cake! He sliced it into pieces and gave half to me and another half to himself. We munched happily.
Steve's P.O.V
It's good to see my visitor eating well. I looked outside. It was getting dark. And that was bad. I blocked the entrance as something began knocking my door. "What was that?" Noler asked. I looked at him. "Zombies."