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The sound of seagulls and waves crashing against a shore line roused me from my sleep. My eyelids slowly peeled open to the bright light of the sun. Pain surged throughout my skull as the rays of the sun made contact with my eyes. The smell of salt water and blood accompanied the deep breath I took in. Pain surged at my temple once again. I raised the palm of my hand to the source of pain to be met with a wet substance. Drawing my hand back to eye level I found the substance to be blood. A flash of my head roughly hitting the side of the jet flooded my memory.
Through my blurry vision, I saw that my glasses were stuck in between my seat and a piece of the warped steel from the jet. Reaching over, I gave the glasses a good tug. They came loose and I placed them in position on my nose. The right side had a small crack in the bottom left hand corner. That was going to be annoying. I shouldn't complain. At least I am still breathing.
With my glasses in their rightful place, I was able to get a better look at my surroundings. The whole back side of the jet was missing. Where I had been sitting originally was completely gone, including Oliver. Even the chair I had so heroically buckled him to was missing. Was he still alive? Was I alone? Was I the only survivor? I felt panic began to take over my emotions.
Through the opening formerly known as the back half of the jet, a sandy beach lay in my sights. I saw a flock of seagulls swarming something I couldn't quite make out in the distance. Please dear God don't let it be a dead body. I silently prayed scared of the horrors that awaited outside this jet. Off in the distance I made out a jungle residing off the shoreline.
I needed to find Oliver. He survived a very similar situation before. He isn't dead. He can't be dead. What if he is though? No! No I can't think like that. He has to be alive. Help is going to come. You are going to make it home in one piece! Happy thoughts Felicity. Happy thoughts.
Reaching down, I attempted to unbuckle myself from the seat. The damn buckle was stuck. With a groan of frustration, I tried yet again to release myself. As if my groan was the magic password, the seat belt gave way and separated. Planting my feet on the floor of the jet, I lifted myself out of the seat. A sharp pain in my left leg sent me tumbling right back down in the seat. Black spots danced across my vision as the pain from my leg mixed with the pain from my head. I let out a sharp breath as my hands gripped the arm rests of the chair tightly.
After taking a second to recover, the blackness faded from my vision. I leaned over to asses the damage done to my leg. The material of my jeans had been seared off leaving blackened frayed strings coming down to my kneecap. The left side of my calf was severely burned. I knew I really needed to get medical attention for the burns. Knowing medical attention was not going to be an option, I ripped off a chunk of my pink cardigan and wrapped the affected area. It took every ounce of my will power not to scream and pass out. By the time I finished, I was breathing heavily. Sweat trickled down my forehead as a few tears rolled down my cheeks.
I needed to get off this jet. Bracing myself, I slowly eased myself out of the seat placing most of my body weight on my good leg. I clenched my teeth as pain surged from my leg. Be strong. You can do this. I cautiously hobbled toward the back of the jet. Jagged edges of steel and wires were now exposed from the broken back end. I was going to have to jump over them to safely make it to the other side.
This was going to hurt. Here goes nothing. I took a deep breath before leaping over the hazardous parts. A white hot fire surged from my leg as I moved the limb. The fire was cooled for a brief second as it met the salty water of the ocean. The moment of relief was extremely brief as the salt water met my burn causing a agonizing stinging sensation. Was salt water good for burns? God I hope so.
I dragged my body to the shore and collapsed on the sand. The waves gently nudged my body as I rested for a moment. My breathing slowed back down to a steady pace. Bracing myself, I carefully stood up. My flats sank into the wet, mushy sand.
Turning my attention to the flock of seagulls a few yards away, I began hobbling towards them. I shooed them away as I arrived upon an open suitcase. Several clothing items lay scattered about the sand surrounding the carry on. Most of the items were severely damaged by the fire or were ripped to shreds by God knows what. I found a toothbrush that was salvageable along with a comb. A beige t-shirt that must have been Oliver's lay in usable condition at the very bottom of the suitcase. Everything else was too damaged to be used.
I dragged the suitcase away from the water and rested it on a rock near the entrance of the jungle. Oliver may have uses for these items when I find him. If you find him...No I can't think like that! He's here! I know it!
A loud cry sounded from the jungle scarring a flock of birds. I watched as the birds swiftly flew out from the jungle canopy. They flew over my head and out towards the ocean. Was that noise human? It didn't sound human?
Looking around, I found a long stick that I would be able to arm myself with. I hobbled over toward a tree with a thick trunk. I used what little strength I had and hit the stick against the bark on the trunk. With a loud crack, the end of the stick splintered leaving me with a sharp end to defend myself with. It wasn't much, but it was all I had. When life gives you lemons, you make weapons out of them.
Standing at the edge of the jungle, I took in a deep breath. I had a feeling deep in my gut that Oliver was in here. He could be in grave danger or severely injured. I was thirsty, hungry, and in a stupendous amount of pain, but all of that was going to have to wait until I found Oliver. He was my key to surviving this place. There's other reasons you want to find him first too.
Ignoring the impish teasing of my brain, I set out into the dangerous unknown by myself. My brain kept playing the scene of Dorthy walking through the forest with The Tin Man and The Scarecrow. Lions and tigers and bears! Oh my! My brain chanted over and over again.
I navigated the floor bed slowly. I was terrified of stepping on a deadly viper or getting stuck in a quicksand bed. Note to self; Lay off the adventure flicks. After jumping at every sound made in the quiet jungle, I needed a break. Hobbling around for thirty minutes had truly worn me out.
Finding a moss covered log, I took a seat. I closed my eyes leaning my head into the palms of my hands. It was humid out causing beads of sweat to cover my body. I just wanted to strip down to absolutely nothing and lay in a pool of cold water. Tune into Discovery Channel next week to watch Naked and Afraid: Queen Consolidated Edition. Here we see the young Felicity Smoak crawling under a rock to die. Catch us next week to see if she gets off the island!
I was going to go insane if I didn't find somebody to talk to soon. Maybe there's a volleyball floating around this island somewhere? Preferably not a Wilson though because all my brain could think of was Slade Wilson. Was he responsible for all of this? Surely not... He wanted to see Oliver suffer. He wanted everyone Oliver loved to die before he killed him. He wouldn't sabotage a plane and kill Oliver quickly. Would he?
Something wet landed on my shoulder from up high. Was it starting to rain? I didn't remember seeing many clouds in the sky before. In fact the sky had been almost completely clear. I opened my eyes and glanced onto my shoulder. A dark red, almost black, droplet lay on my shoulder. My heart began racing rapidly as I slowly lifted my head up. A pale corpse lay resting overhead. The abdomen appeared to be impaled by a branch as the lifeless body lay hanging twisted in an unnatural position. I watched as another droplet of blood fell from the body formerly known as the stewardess. The blood landed beside me on the log.
I felt whatever I had eaten before boarding the plane come rushing back up. I couldn't stop it. I heaved until there was nothing left for me to give. I felt weaker than I had earlier. Knowing I needed to get out of this area before predators smelled the double all you can eat buffet, I pushed myself on. The black spots were back to dancing across my vision. Hugging the trees as I walked, I felt my will to keep going grow weaker and weaker with each step. My foot wound up getting caught in one of the trees roots. I tumbled towards the ground as I lost my grip on the tree. Stupidly, I used my right arm to break my fall. I heard a sickening crack as my wrist landed on a large rock. White hot pain caused me to scream out. My vision flashed white before going completely black.
