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I heard a very distant, familiar voice calling my name. A pair of hands were on my shoulders, shacking my whole body. It felt wrong. A strong pain in my head started to get stronger and deeper. I cursed out loud and my voice felt weird. Suddenly it all hit me; the cold, the familiar voice that now felt a lot closer, the screaming of the people that sorrounded me, the pain in my body, specially my head...
"Dougie!" Harry's voice said again "Dougie, can you hear me, for Christ's sake!?"
He sounded extremely worried.
I opened one eye while I put my hands over my ears; so much noise was hurting my head even more. Around us was complete chaos; people running, crying, blood, everything was out of place, the luggage, the plane sits.
"Yeah" I mumbled.
"Come on, let's get you out of here" he said and forced my arm around his shoulders. We both stood up and awkwardly walked out of the plane... Or what was left of it. My eyes looked in surprise at the landscape sorrounding us; tress, mountains, snow... And nothing else.
"What the hell happened?" I asked.
"I don't know" Harry said, anger in his voice.
"Where's Tom and Danny?" I said suddenly in fear, realizing what was happening.
"Over there" he said, pointing at two people in the floor just some meters away from us.
He let me go and I hurried to my friends' side. I knelt down next to Tom, Danny was laying in the floor, his eyes opened, tears on them, breathing heavily. He had a cover over him and Tom was impatiently looking around.
"Dougie, are you alright?" he asked me, not looking at me into my eyes, but something in the side of my head. I followed his eyes with my fingers and felt something warm; blood.
"I'm bleeding!" I said, panicking.
"No, no, don't do that" Tom said "It's nothing, it's ok, just a small cut, I swear, but you must have hit your head pretty hard"
"Here..." Harry said and handed me a long piece of soft fabric "Tie is around your head, don't let the cut get infected"
"What's wrong with Danny?" I asked.
Tom and Harry looked at each other.
"Something cut me in the chest... Pretty deep" Danny said.
"What!?" I said "Are you..." I wanted to say 'dying', but the very thought was horrible to me "Ok?"
"Yeah, sure, dude..." he smiled at me but it was obvious he was in pain.
"We're waiting to see if any of the people here is a doctor, but nobody's paying attention" Tom explained.
"Where the hell are we?" I asked.
"No idea" Harry sighed.
"Everybody stop!" a strong voice said, a voice that belonged to a man in a very nice dark-blue suit, he looked around 30 and 35, very handsome but with a serious face. He had scraches on his face. Everbody stopped at the sound of his voice; the pilot "My name is Christopher Trembley and I am the pilot of this plane. I ask you all to remain in peace, do not panic. There's people hurt and we've got to hurry to be able to help them"
"What happened to the plane!?" a young girl asked.
"I'm still not sure, I believe one of the engines failed."
"Where the hell are we?" a rather old man asked.
"I'm not exactly sure, somewhere in New Zealand"
"Oh, God..." I heard Harry mumbled next to me.
"Now, listen to me" Christopher said, he talked like the leader he was "I'm going to try to get help, but I need someone to come with me; the bigger the group is, the safer we will be. Is there anyone who wants to come with me?"
Nobody talked, the passengers all looked at each other.
Tom stood up.
"I'm going" he said. The three of us looked at him, surprised. He walked forwards the pilot and I followed him.
"What the hell are you doing, Tom?" I whispered.
"We need to get help, Danny needs a doctor. I'm not going to let my friend die"
"He's not dying" I said. Tom gave me a meaningfull look and I felt awfully sick. I stopped.
"He's wound is very deep" he simpy said. Tom looked down and kept walking. I followed him.
"I'm going with you" he opened his mouth to argue "I'm not asking permission. I'm going, Tom"
Tom nodded.
"Anyone else?" Christopher said once we were by his side.
A young, blond girl walked forwards. She looked around my age. The girl standing next to her looked at her in surprised and ran behind her.
"You're going!?" she said to her friend.
"They could use my help, you know that..."
"Vicky, please..."
"I can't just sit and wait..."
The blond one kept walking toward us and her friend sighed and followed her.
"I'm going with you..."
The two girls stood in front of us and the blond one, and taller one, smiled gently for a brief moment. Another dude, a bit older than us, around the pilot's age, joined us. The rest just remained quiet.
"Alright then" the pilot said "Keep warm, if you have any food you'll have to share ir and make is last. Don't go anywhere while we're gone. We'll look for help and come to this exact place" then he turned to us "We're leaving in 10 minutes, bring nothing but clothes and some food, water too. Get ready to walk a lot"
Tom ran back to the plane, looking for clothes, and I got back to Danny, afraid this may be the last time I would see him.
"We'll be back with help, you know that, don't you, Danny?" I said and smiled at him warmly.
"Of course I do, dude" he said and smiled back "Just don't let the wolves eat you" he laughed, I choked.
"Wolves?" I repeated.
"It was a joke, dude"
Yeah, but he may be right about that one...
Suddenly I felt stupid; what the hell was I doing? I knew nothing about the woods, surviving in a place like this, walking in the snow for ours...
'Oh, dear God' I thought and then remembered my mum with sorrow. I had to get out of this place and help Danny aswell "I've got to do this'
