Disclaimer- I don't own Flight 29 Down
March 26, 2055. It's been exactly 50 years since 29 DWN crashed landed on the strange island, and Lex was all alone. Back around there month anniversary of being stranded, the group of four who had set out to find the others found the others and brought them back. They were pretty sure they had seen the whole island, so they stayed at camp.
Captain Russell had been the first to die. It had been during the 7th month of the second year. He had a bad case of malaria for the second time, and this time, his body couldn't fight it. They had a funeral for him, and started a grave yard making a headstone out of a piece of wood.
Eric died next. He accidentally ate some shellfish during year 20. But this time, they didn't catch it in time to inject him, and he passed. He was buried next to Captain Russell.
Jackson died next in year 32. No one knew why. They suspected he might have worked to hard. But really, they figured that 48 years old was the average life span for a person who lived on fruit, fish, and water.
One by one, the rest of the group passed, most dyeing in their 50's. Lex remembered Abby's death the most, though. She was the last one to die. She had gotten extremely sick, and was lying in the tent when it happened.
"Lex," she whispered, "I don't think I can hang on much longer."
"No!" he cried, "Please! No!"
"Stay strong," were her last words to me, before her eyes closed, and she was gone.
Lex shook his head and walked over to the grave yard. He said a prayer for each of his friends, also asking them to bring recue. He couldn't take it anymore. He knew his time was coming soon. At 60 years old, he would be the oldest anyone had ever lived to out of everyone who had been here. He assumed that was because he was younger then everyone else, so he was able to adapt better.
But honestly, Lex wanted to die. After seven years, he was sick of being alone. He considered building a raft and trying to drift away, but chances are he'd die at sea. And he'd rather have his body found at camp, where whoever would find him, would also find his friends. He wanted to be in the history books, too.
Lex grabbed the stick they had been using to count days and marked the 18,250th day.
"Year 50," he said to himself, "Make it a good."
A/N- So what did you think?? Just another one of my random one-shots. Though, I think this one wins for most depressing. By the way, I used a calculator to find out the amount of days he was there. But I didn't include leap year, I didn't feel like it. Review please!!