'Hello?'

The voice seemed distant but at the same time I felt it was connected to whatever was shaking my arm. I tried to raise my head but a searing pain shot through it and I was unable to open my eyes. I tried to lift my left arm to my face, but moving resulted in agony there too, so I tried with my right and found something wet running down my face. Blood?

'Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?'

I winced as I tried to lift my face again and successfully managed to open one eye very slightly, not daring to open my right one because of the blood getting into my eye.

'What happened?' I managed to croak out as the figure in front of me slowly came into focus.

Light was streaming down through the trees, which were swaying gently in the wind, making me feel nauseous and find it difficult to concentrate. The person in front of me had dark hair, short, that contrasted sharply with his pale skin.

'We crashed,' his voice said.

'Crashed?' I tried blinking a few times, which seemed to help my vision and slowly I was able to make out his face. He had a long cut on his forehead, which he kept dabbing gently with the back of his hand whenever it started to bleed too much, but that was the only injury I could see. He was kneeling in front of me and it was only then that I realised I was still strapped into my air plane seat. I looked around me and screamed, unable to hold it in at the sight of the blond woman who had been sitting in the aisle seat of my row still in her seat, but with a branch sticking out of her chest.

I tried to scramble of my chair but was prevented by the seat belt, and as I looked down to undo it I was met with the sight of my ripped and bloodied clothing, which panicked me more. I went to unfasten the seat belt and was met yet again with a jolt of pain in my left arm.

'Woah, hold up a minute, hang on.' The guy leaned forward and helped me unfasten the belt and gingerly get to my feet. 'It looked like you've dislocated your shoulder. What about the rest of you? Feel like you've got any serious injuries, or just scratched?'

With my good arm, I investigated my torso and legs, and nothing hurt too bad so I figured I was good, with only a few scratched that I guessed were off landing through the trees.

'Yeah, I'm fine. What about you?'

'Oh, yeah. I'm fine,' the guy replied. 'Hold still a minute.'

With one hand on the side of my face, I held my breath as he reached up, the sleeve of his shirt pulled up around his fist and dabbed gently at my forehead and down one side of my face. He smiled as he let go and pulled back, meeting my eyes with his. They were green, like an emerald green, and I tried not to look too dumbfounded by how pretty I suddenly realised he was. His jaw was strong and his cheekbones pronounced, and his eyelashes were just the right length to be mesmerising.

'You should be okay, it doesn't look too deep,' he said, pulling me out of my daydream.

'You seem to know a lot about injuries. Are you a doctor or…?' No, not a doctor. He was far too young.

He laughed slightly to himself. 'Oh, no. Not at all. I guess I'm just trying to keep you calm and focused. I have no idea how bad that cut is.' He smiled again, which calmed me despite the fact he'd just admitted he had no idea if I was dying or not. But I felt fine, so I smiled back at him and that was when I heard it.

'Danny?'

I spun around and peeking out from behind a tree to my right was a little girl.

'It's okay now, Megan. Come on out.'

She ran to him and he picked her up, swinging her swiftly onto his hip but covering her face so she couldn't see the dead body in the chair next to me.

'You ready to get going?' He asked me.

'Is that your…'

'Little sister, Megan. We were flying together. I didn't know if you were,' here he dropped his voice slightly, 'dead or not, so I made her wait behind that tree till I investigated.'

I nodded and smiled at her. She smiled back ever so slightly, but still didn't look too sure of me. I couldn't blame her, I did have blood pouring out of my head.

'We should probably get going, if you can walk okay?'

'Go where?'

'To find the others.'

'Others who?' I asked.

'The other survivors. If there are any. There must be, if we survived. We can't have been the only ones.'

I looked around. There was thick, dense, green forest for as far as I could see. But above the trees, what looked to be not so far away, was a column of rising black smoke.

'You think that's the rest of the plane?' I asked, shielding my eyes as I pointed into the sky at the smoke.

'It looks to be. If the direction that these chairs landed is the same direction the plane was flying, then yeah, that looks like it would be where there rest of it landed. You ready?'

I nodded, wiped a bit more blood off my forehead and fell into step behind this guy. He hoisted his sister up higher on his hip, holding her with one hand, using the other to shield himself from branches, holding them out of the way for both Megan and me as we walked through the forest.

'I don't know your name,' he asked, after about ten minutes of walking in silence. We were only going slowly, what with the extra weight of carrying his sister and my scratched up legs, but it was still an effort to navigate over the mess of roots and branches on the forest floor.

'I'm Amelia.'

He had stopped for a moment, and put Megan down while he rested. 'That's a really pretty name.'

'Thanks.' I smiled shyly, feeling like a silly schoolgirl. He turned back around, taking Megan's hand, and leading her further into the jungle.