Chapter 1
"Boss. It's getting pretty bad out there. This storm came out of nowhere." I say piloting the cargo plane.
"Just get us out of here!" His voice came from the back where everyone else was sitting besides me.
I'm a 25 year old woman. I'm 5'10" tall, I have a lean body type, I have short black hair, and I have grayish eyes. I work as a mercenary, I mainly do transporting and delivery jobs. Owning a cargo plane helps greatly just bought it last year.
The current mission is that I have to transport a couple crates of equipment and a squad across the pacific ocean. It was supposed to be clear most of the way but this storm showed up out of nowhere.
The plane rumbled and emergency lights came on. This ain't good. "What's the problem. What's the problem?" I mutter to myself looking through the controls. One of the engine lights were flashing. What! I look right then left. On the left side an engine was on fire and the other smoking. You have to be fucking kidding me. There's no where close to land.
"We have a major problem! Brace yourselves we might crash in the next couple minutes!" I say over the intercom.
The lights started blinking on and off. The cabin shaking horribly. It's never gotten this bad before. What kind of storm is this?
I battle with the strong winds for a few minutes before something collided with the back of my head.
~Timeskip~
When I came to I gave a quick survey of the area. Trees? We were in the middle of the ocean. I unbuckled myself and get up, only to fall onto my face. "Ow." I look at my leg and notice a piece of metal sticking into it. Of course now it stings like a bitch.
I slowly get up and limp out of the cockpit and see the back half of the plane was missing. "Noo! My baby." I loved this plane. It looks like most of the crates where either missing or trashed behind the remainder of the plane. I limp over to where the med kit was dangling on the wall.
I grab it and use the wall to slide down to the floor. I grab a blowtorch from a nearby cabinet. Thank God that it came out unharmed. I use the blowtorch to heat up my blade till it was red on both sides. This is going to be temporary. I got this.
I put some cotton balls between my teeth and grab the metal piece. I yank it out screaming. I immediately put the knife to one side for a few seconds before applying it to the other. This is temporary till I get out of here and find a better place.
I wrap my leg in a bandage before getting up. I need to grab some supplies. Leaning into the cockpit, I grab my mostly empty backpack. Only things in it is my laptop, ammo for my mpk, my mpk, and a set of clothes. I go to the crates and grab what I needed or could carry. Such as a radio, a fresh medkit, flares, batteries, ext.
Where's the food crate? I spot it after a few minutes outside the plane. Torn apart. Damn most of the MREs are ruined. I pick through them to find the good ones that haven't been shredded open. I found 10 of them that looks decent even though two of them had a hole in them.
It's too light out to shoot a flare so I'm going to head north for awhile. See if I can find a town or at least another person.
"Dogoo." Something said.
I take my weapon out and turn look around. I know I heard something.
"Dogoo."
I look down to see this ball of goo with some animal features. It was twice the size of my palm. I pick it up with one hand and look at it.
"What the hell are you?" I ask it.
"Dogoo." it says back. Doing a hop.
Guess that's the only thing it can say? "Well you're coming with me then."
I really want to know what the hell it is. I set it on my shoulder and it hopped a few times before it stayed there.
Time to get going. I take a look at my compass. Let's get going north shall we. Even if it is slowly.
After a few hours of walking I stumble across a stream. I can take a small break real quick. I sit down at the edge and roll up my left pant leg. Time to actually stitch it up. I put the glob thing down. You know what I'm just going to call it a Dogoo since it's the only thing it says.
I clean, stitch, and wrap the wound the best I can. Cause heck I'm no doctor. I take out one of the MREs that had a hole in it. I need to eat these today because of the holes. The one I grabbed was meatballs in Marinara sauce. Doesn't sound bad. I prepare it and let it sit in the sun to heat up.
The dogoo hops into my lap and back off. I might just keep this little creature at the end of this. It's just so adorable. I grab the MRE and check it's temperature. Eh warm enough. I open it fully and stir it around looking for anything that could have gotten into the food during the crash due to the tears in it.
Seeing nothing I stab the first meatball with the spork and eat it. I've had better but it's better than nothing. I look at the dogoo and toss down a meatball to see if it'll eat it. I stabbed into another and heard a clink. Hmm. Must've hit the bottom of the container I'm using. I stuffed it into my mouth and bit down onto it. Crunch. The hell. Before I could take it out and see what the hell I bit into,that I've missed while stering the food. A bright light consumed my vision and a very weird feeling overcome my body.
When I was able to see again I quickly looked around trying to find any threats. I then noticed a breeze across my stomach. I look down and see myself in what I'd say a set version of a medieval suit. I was showing more skin then armour. Most of the armour only was my boots a little past the knees and gauntlets that goes to my elbow.
"What the hell just happened?" I ask myself. On the inside I was freaking out. It took me a few seconds to notice that my voice has raised a few octaves higher.
Know what. I'm going to find a town go to sleep and hope this is a nightmare.
Thank you all for reading. Please leave a review about your opinion about the story, if I made any major mistakes, or if I should add a line in somewhere. Because it hadnt been 100% edited yet.