This is my first attempt at a fic, so please don't stir-fry me in a wok ;)

I don't own LOST!

Chapter 1

"Ladies and gentlemen, the pilot has switched on the 'fasten seatbelt' sign. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."

The stewardess's voice is still inside my head. We hit turbulence… and then the cabin was ripped apart and I wasn't wearing my seatbelt. But I'm alive. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

I'm lying down. I stretch my arm out and feel leafs and dirt between my fingers.

I open my eyes, starting to sit up slowly. I'm in a forest. Or is the term 'jungle' more fitting? I lean against a tree. It feels like I was run over by a bulldozer. How did I end up here? I was sitting in an airplane less than five minutes ago. Or have I been unconscious longer?

I lift my fingers up to feel my forehead, there's a bump there and my fingers become bloody. "Ow"…

My clothes have mud on them. There is a large cut on my thigh; my favorite pair of jeans now has a 2 inch tear in them… I shake my head at myself at the thought that my jeans concern me more than the cut in my leg. It hurts and probably has to be stitched. I put my fingers to the wound and a bit of blood tickles out, staining the denim even further.

After some time I realize that no one is going to find me if I'm alone. I should try to find out where I am and if anyone else survived. If help is coming then I shouldn't be too far away from the plane wreck.

I get up slowly, shifting my weight to the leg that isn't hurt. Just then it dawns on me that I'm in the middle of a freaking jungle and that I haven't got a clue where the remains of the plane might be. The jungle is dense and I have no sense of direction.

Just then; I spot a dog. It looks just like the Labrador I had when I was a kid. I blink, but the dog is still there.

It looks at me and I start to walk towards it. Swiftly it turns and starts running away from me.

"Wait!" I yell, suddenly keen on following it. I try to keep up calling "here doggy" but it just keeps going.

I run as fast as my body will let me but the dog is gone. Now I'm starting to panic. I'm alone in the jungle. And I'm thirsty too.

I can see a clearing ahead of me and move towards it but the second I walk into it I'm caught in a net and now hanging in a tree.

Oh my God… that am I going to do? "Somebody please help me!" I scream at the top of my lungs, but to no avail. What is a net trap doing here anyway? Maybe its purpose is to catch animals… I look around frantically wondering what sort of animal this net was intended for.

All I can do is stay still and hope that the person who made the trap will show up.

Shit… I just survived a plane crash! My family must be so worried. They were going to pick me up at LAX… They probably think I'm dead…

All sorts of thoughts run through my mind, but after what seems like hours my body gives up and I drift off to sleep.