A/N: Ok so this is my first Lost fanfic…besides the oneshot I did with Charlie and Claire (see bio if interested) and I'm almost sure this will turn out really well. So stay with me on this one ok?

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING I PUT IN THIS LOST STORY…besides Jennie.

"Are you ready Jennie?" Ethan asked me.

"Yes Ethan, I'm ready." I answered him, staring at the flaming hunk of metal and the forty something survivors.

"Then let's get started."

I began to tear up my shirt, almost reluctantly, and rubbed dirt and sand all over me.

"You have to look better than that! We were in the plane crash remember?" Ethan growled and picked up a sharp stick.

I flinched as he dragged the stick across the tears in my arms. I bit back the urge to scream, but got my revenge when I had to do it to him.

"This is fine. Now remember the plan."

"Of course Ethan, how could I forget? It so evil I could never forget." I replied in a low tone.

Ethan stepped out first and then motioned for me to follow. I put my arm around his shoulder and he carried me, as if I was too injured to walk. Ethan sat me down on the ground and yelled for me to wait.

He went about helping people and I stared at the people who had survived the deadly crash.

"Things are only going to get worse from here." I murmured.

Later, things slowly calmed down and people set up small camps, alone with each other. A really fat man was walking about distributing food. He stopped by mine and Ethan's camp and gave us two plates of food.

"Oh here let me give you these. I'm Hurley." Hurley said giving us some forks.

"I'm Jennie."

"Ethan."

Hurley smiled and went about giving away the rest of the food to the hungry people.

"Ethan do we really have to do this?" I asked him once Hurley was far away.

"What's wrong with you? These people trespassed on OUR territory."

I wanted to object but I kept my mouth shut. Suddenly the loud roaring of the security system booted up again and we all got up to see the trees being knocked over. When the noise had stopped, a man said;

"Terrific."

The following morning two men and a woman were going to look for a transceiver.

"I'll come with." I offered to go with them.

They looked reluctant but I pressed onward so they finally loosened up. I pretended not to know where we were going even though I knew the whole way by myself.

"So you're Charlie, you're Kate, and you're Jack?" I asked once we had talked for a bit about ourselves.

"That's right."

Soon we were in the middle of the woods and it started to rain, that spontaneous raining that I always hated.

"Hey guys is this normal? This is like end of the world type weather?" Charlie asked staring at the sky.

Soon we found the cockpit, which was perched up on an 80 degree angle.

"The fun keeps racking up." I muttered.

Charlie laughed and Jack piled into the cockpit first. Kate followed, then me, and finally Charlie. It was difficult and Jack managed to reach the door. He took a fire extinguisher and banged on the door handle until it flew open along with a dead body.

It flew on top of me and I let go of the chair causing me to crash into Charlie who stayed up. He shoved the body off me and pushed me up towards Kate's outstretched hand.

"I'm fine, Charlie's fine by the way!" Charlie called.

We all clambered into the cockpit and Jack looked around.

"So what's a transceiver look like?" Kate asked, panting.

"Like a complicated walkie talkie."

Suddenly one of the pilots shot up and Jack began to examine him.

"How many survived?" the pilot asked.

"At least 49." Jack answered.

The pilot then explained that they were a thousand miles off course and that people were searching for them, in the wrong spot.

"Where's Charlie?" I asked.

Kate stood up and peeked around the corner.

"Charlie?" She called.

Suddenly the bathroom door flew open and out came Charlie.

"What were you doing in the bathroom?"

"What." Charlie said.

Abruptly the security system started up again and Kate leaned against Jack.

"It's right outside." She whispered, sounding completely terrified.

The pilot moved to peek outside when the security system pulled him up and blood splattered all over the window.

"RUN!" Jack commanded.

We all slid out of the cockpit, running like madmen. I suddenly heard Charlie's voice from behind me.

"Wait! Help I'm stuck!"

Now was the time to make an important decision. Do I go back and help Charlie or eliminate one person right here?

Charlie or victory?

A/N: OK so what did you think of my first chapter? Please R&R!

-16aqua