Authors Note: Hey guys, this is my first time writing a fanfiction, so I really hope that you enjoy it! As you can tell this chapter is fairly short, and I assure you that as the story line progresses they will be much longer. Some of you may notice this story already, I decided I wanted the whole series in one, instead of separate stories. Reviews and feedback would be greatly appreciated!
"Miss, would you like another drink?"
Lyla looked up from the novel she was reading, and was met by the kind eyes of the flight attendant, who had brought her a cup of water just an hour before.
"Oh, um no thanks, I'm okay for now." Lyla replied, shaking her head slight, yet keeping a friendly smile on her face.
"Okay, just me know if you need anything." The women told her before, walking up the aisle towards the cockpit.
Lyla placed her book into her purse that rested on the seat next to her, before lifting herself up from her seat, so she could go to the bathroom. As she was making her way down the aisle the plane started to shake violently, causing her to cling onto the closest seat.
"Well, look at what we got here. A real life Barbie doll." A man with a southern accident said, which caught her attention.
Lyla looked down at the man, he had short dirty blonde hair and he seemed to have a permanent grin plastered on his face. Lyla rolled her eyes and let go of the man's seat, choosing to just ignore the comment he made. Yet, before she could leave the plane shook more, causing the 'fasten your seat belts' sign to turn on. With the plane shaking, she decided it was best for her to not try and make it back to her seat, but to instead just take the open seat next to the southern man, fastening her seat belt after getting situated.
"This must be my luck day." He grinned, before fastening his seat belt as well.
"Would you shut up." She snapped at the man. Praying that the shaking would end, so she could return back to her seat and get away from him.
The shaking never stopped though, instead it progressed. Soon, oxygen masks were released, and dangled over every passenger on the plane. Lyla quickly grabbed hers, wrapping the band around her head, before a loud noise caught her attention. She looked back and saw that the whole tail section of the plane had fallen off, as did every passenger who didn't fasten their seat belts. Soon her vision started to blur, the sounds of screaming became muffled, and before she knew it everything went black.
Lyla groaned, as she regained consciousness when she heard a dog barking in the distance. She slowly opened her eyes, as she pushed herself up from the ground, wincing from the pain that shot through her left arm as she did. She had woken up in the jungle, in what appeared to be the middle of the night and all that surrounded her were trees, lots and lots of trees. "No…" she mumbled to herself, instantly jumping to the inevitable conclusion. The plane must've crashed, but somehow she managed to survive. Lyla rested her body against a nearby tree, trying to process what had just happened and also wondering if she was the only survivor. Another wave of pain shot through her, cutting off her thoughts. She let out a soft cry, as she rolled up her left sleeve, revealing a long scrape down her forearm that was dripping blood.
The sound of trees falling down rapidly caught her attention, and Lyla was instantly frightened. Whatever was knocking down those trees was coming right towards her, and she needed to do something fast. Lyla took one last deep breath before sprinting forward, away from the "monster". She stumbled over a few roots, but never once looked back, she just kept her focus straight and away from whatever that thing was. Finally, she reached the treeline and came face to face with a large group of people, crowded together in front of a chunk of what was left of their plane.
Three men made their way towards Lyla, "bloody hell." She heard one of them say just before they reached her.
"Hey, you alright?" One of the men asked her, as the group of three finally met up with her. "You were on Oceanic Flight 815, right?"
Lyla nodded slowly, "Yeah, I was on the plane. I'm fine, but I can't say the same for my arm though." She told him, placing her hand on her wound, indicating where it was for him.
"I noticed. How about I take a look at it for you? Don't worry, I'm a doctor." He told her, instantly easing some worries that she had previously about the scrape.
"That sounds good, thank you."
"Hurley and Charlie, can you to tell everyone they can go back? Whatever that was, it's gone and we should all use the rest." He politely ordered them, before focusing his sights back onto Lyla. "Here, follow me." He told her, as he guided her over to a piece of the plane, that was turned into a makeshift shelter for the time being.
"I'm Lyla, by the way." She said, as the two sat down on the sand beneath the broken part of the plane. The soft orange light from the fire set up nearby allowed some visible light for him, so he could look at her arm.
"Jack." He introduced himself.
The next few minutes consisted of short talk, and Jack cleaning the cut, which caused Lyla to yelp out in pain every so often. He soon ripped off a piece of fabric from his shirt, wrapping it around her forearm to cover it and stop the bleeding.
"It doesn't seem like you need stitches, and as long as you keep it covered it should make the chance of infection very slim." He reassured her, as he stood up and brushed off any sand that stuck to him. "Feel free to stay here tonight too. I'm going to sleep over by this man whose badly injured, in case he needs anything." He pointed towards a bigger makeshift shelter, which had a man with metal sticking out from his stomach lying underneath it.
Lyla nodded, "thank you, Jack." She received a small smile from the doctor before her went towards his shelter for the night. Luckily for Lyla there was a blanket from the plane nearby, allowing her to make a bed for herself. As she snuggled up into a ball to keep warm, and closed her eyes, she couldn't help but wonder, how long was she gonna be on this island?