Eric walked and walked. He thought he had heard something in this direction. As he got to the top of the hill, he stopped, dead in his tracks.
"GUYS! GET OVER HERE NOW!!!" He shouted. Jackson and Lex ran up. "Whoa." Lex said. There, at the bottom of the hill, were the remains of a burning plane and not too far from it, a limp body. Jackson ran over to it. It was a girl no older than sixteen. "Wh-where am I?" She asked weakly. Then she lifted her head up and said "Wh-who are y-you?" Then she collapsed. "We've got to get her back to camp." Lex said. Jackson and Eric carried the girl while Lex carried her pack. When they got close enough to camp, they started screaming and shouting for help. "Ok, put her over here." Daley said. After an hour, the girl came out looking drowsy. "I can't remember how I got here, who I am, nothing." She said. Once she was back in the tent, Lex ran over. "I think I know what her name is." He pointed to a name sewed onto the pack in black string. JOLENE, it read.
The next day, Jolene was looking better. "Thanks." She said to Jackson as she sat down beside him. "Thanks for what?" He asked. Jolene smiled. "For saving my life." Jackson smiled back at her. " Oh by the way, Lex figured out your name." Jolene looked confused. "Who's Lex?" "The little kid." Jolene nodded. "Your name is Jolene." Jackson said. "Oh!" She said. Then she swayed and fell over into Jackson's lap. "HELP!!!!"