Day 1

I felt myself slowly regain consciousness, as the pounding in my head increased. Carefully, I cracked open my electric blue eyes, and tried to remember what happened. As I looked around I was met with a terrifying sight. The plane had crashed, and I was still inside it's wreckage. The seat I had been in was overturned, leaving sharp protruding metal in it's place. Somehow I had ended up on the ground in between my seat, and the one ahead of me.

My heart burned with shock when I noticed the person I had been seated with. She was still in her seat, except she was bent backwards over where it had broken. Bleach blonde hair hung from her head, it was matted in some places, died red in others. I noticed her ghostly face, which was frozen in an eternal state of agony. The metal I had mentioned earlier had forced it's way through her stomach, exposing bloody intestine, and staining the front of her salmon pink blouse.

Immediately tears prickled at my eyes, and the burning sensation of nausea bubbled in my stomach. Once I was over the initial shock, I could only feel sadness; she didn't deserve the cruel fate she had received.

As I snapped out of my short daze, the sound of terrified and pained screams became loud and horrifying. The dying men, women, even children, were howling like wolves. I could only imagine the fatal injuries they had sustained from the crash.

But it was worse when they stopped.

I sat up, and tried to get a better idea of the damage. From what I could see, the plane had split into two pieces, the other half was lying about fifty yards to the left. But that wasn't the worst part. There were bodies everywhere, in equal condition as the woman I had been fretting over. As I looked around at the destruction and corpses, I couldn't help thinking about how those were people, just like me or Lovino. Speaking of Lovino, where the hell was he?

I felt my heart speed up, as panic began rising in my chest. Miraculously my glasses where still on my face, so hopefully finding Lovino would be easy.

I carefully stood up, counting myself lucky when it became obvious I had no serious injuries. "Lovino?" I called, as loudly as possible. "Are you alive?"

When I was met with no reply, I gripped the seats and used them to propel myself forward. I hurdled over the bodies of the dead, and made my way towards where my roommate had been sitting.

It didn't take too long to spot the Italian. He was still in his seat, unconscious, with his head lolled to the side. My breathing quickened, as I felt paranoia creep through my body like a virus. Slowly, I raised my arm so I could hover my hand under his nose. The second I felt breath, I was filled with relief.

I also noticed some blood matting his hair, but when I got a closer look it didn't seem serious. Letting out a sigh, I squatted down so we were eye level.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked quietly, while lightly shaking his shoulder.

He groaned, and grimaced as he regained consciousness. Instinctively, I gently brushed my hand through his dark brown hair, being mindful of his head injury. I leaned over and quietly whispered in his ear. "Don't worry dude, everything's going to be fine, I'll make sure of it," I tried to seem like I knew what I was talking about, but in actuality I was probably just as scared as him.

"A-Alfred?" Lovino stared at me with his large hazel eyes. "Fuck, what happened?" he continued, while rubbing his side.

"The plane crashed," I answered, while standing up to full height. "Are you okay?"

"You've asked that, like twice now," he stated, quickly moving his hand, to rest against the armrest.

Lovino just glared at the ground, when I didn't respond right away. I could tell he was trying to hide his fear, and tough it out, but I could see through his act. "Lovino," he raised his gaze when he heard his name. "I won't let anything happen to you, don't worry."

"Whatever, do what you want," he rolled his eyes as he stood up, and brushed past me.

I followed Lovino as he made his way out of the plane, through the large hole in centre. I kept my eyes on his back, worried to look around and see more of the carnage the plane had caused. I stumbled a few times, but it was better than seeing what had tripped me.

The aircraft had been transporting around two hundred passengers, and so far Lovino and I we're the only ones I knew were alive. I prayed that there were other survivors, just waiting outside of the plane to be rescued. I also prayed that Antonio wasn't one of them. I'm not usually the kind of guy to hold grudges, but he had messed with my best friend.

There are times I find it difficult to sense the atmosphere, but when I saw that sly player talking to him, I knew he was just trying to mess with Lovino's heart. You see, my roommate is someone who acts tough on the outside. Only someone like me, who actually knows him, can tell that he's just protecting his feelings.

"Where do you think we are?" I heard Lovino mumble, as he turned to face me.

Currently we were standing a couple feet away from the plane, staring into the moderately dense forest that surrounded the crash site. The trees were mostly conifers, with a few leafier ones mixed in.

"I don't know, my guess would be the giant forest the covers most of Canada," I replied, trying to think about Canadian geography. "But we shouldn't be, cause it's farther north than Vancouver."

Lovino gave me a questioning look. "I don't know shit about Canada, so I have no clue what you're saying," he replied.

I shrugged. "Maybe we went off course when all that turbulence happened," I suggested.

Lovino nodded in agreement, before continuing to stare off into the forest.

Suddenly I heard shouting, I whipped around to see two men, and a woman approaching. The first man had shoulder length, golden blond hair, and bright blue eyes. While the second man had similar colour hair, with piercing green eyes. The woman had an exotic face, tanned skin, and shiny brown hair to match.

"Is there any one else alive?" the first man asked. He had a noticeably french accent, which I had learned was very common in Canada.

"I'm not sure," I replied. "Lovino and I just got out of the plane, we haven't seen anyone else, alive."

The woman clung to the man with the long blond hair, she looked fragile and ready to cry. I wanted to find a way to help, but there were no words of condolence on my mind at the moment.

"Well what are we suppose to do now that the bloody plane crashed?" the other blond asked, angrily. He was waving his arms around, and looked ready to lose it.

"Don't ask me," I replied dryly. That wasn't a question anyone could answered.

The five of us were then left in somewhat awkward silence. We we're all probably thinking about the horrible situation, and how lucky we were was to be alive. I wondered if the people in front of me had any family that had died. I had Lovino, but there was a chance the others weren't so lucky.

"Hey, are your families okay?" I asked worriedly, trying to find the right words.

The french man smiled warmly, before putting an arm around the brunette woman, and pulling her close. "Yes, thank you, my sister Michelle and I are fine," he replied. "Oh by the way, I'm Francis. I probably should have said that earlier," he continued, shrugging sheepishly.

"Alfred," I said with a smile, "and this is my friend Lovino."

Then I turned to the other blond. "What about you?"

"I'm Arthur," he shrugged, before crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm traveling alone, so there's no one important to me dead in that bloody plane."

Suddenly I saw a pair of people hurrying towards us. The woman was shouting for help, while the man just trailed behind her. As they got closer, I soon recognized the guy's curly brown hair, and green eyes. My heart burned in dissatisfaction, as I worried about the trouble he would no doubt cause.

Finally they were close enough for the woman to explain the problem. "Someone please help, the pilot is stuck in the cockpit, we need to save him," she exclaimed frantically.

"Did he say anything about the crash?" Francis asked, while facing the woman.

"No, not really, but we need to help him, I'm sure he can answer all your questions once we get him out," she answered quickly, before gesturing for us to follow.

Just then, Antonio walked up to Lovino and I. "Hey, I'm glad you made it out," he said in a friendly voice.

I knew the comment was directed towards the Italian, but I decided to answer myself. "Thanks man, it's really nice to know that you were worried about me," I replied with a smirk, while stepping in front of Lovino.

He laughed uncomfortably before answering. "No problem, Alfred was it?"

"Yeah that's me," I said, with false enthusiasm.

My roommate elbowed my arm, before sending me a questioning stare. "What the hell, you're so weird," he hissed quietly, so only I could hear.

"Well, we should probably go see if the pilot's alright," I suggested awkwardly, while gesturing towards the rest of the survivors who had already begun heading towards the front of the plane.

"Good idea," Lovino mumbled.


The three of us jogged to the other piece of the plane. Since Lovino and I had been sitting in the back, we were not in the half of the plane with with cockpit during the crash. I had read somewhere that usually the people in first class have a smaller chance of surviving than those in the back, so I guess I could count myself lucky that my company didn't pay for first class seats.

Anyways, once we got to the front of the plane, we could see the pilot the woman had been talking about in the window. He was pacing around the cockpit, mumbling in a different language.

"Can't he just go through the door, and walk out through the broken part of the plane?" the outspoken British man suggested, with an annoyed stare.

"It's crushed, and won't open," the woman replied. "Maybe someone could kick it in?"

"I could try," I spoke up.

A few heads turned in my direction, looking at me questionably. "Please do," she said happily.

I turned to Lovino, "I'll be right back," I reassured.

"Whatever," was his curt reply. It hurt a bit that Lovino didn't seem to care about my wellbeing, but I shrugged it off.

I sprinted along the plane, until I reached the opening where the metal had been torn apart. Carefully, I stepped inside, and kept my eyes upward. There was just something about looking at the dead that freaked me out; I guess I just didn't want to become like them. It was almost as if seeing them once was enough to provoke fear in my mind.

Eventually, I made my way through the many seats, and reached the door to the cockpit. I saw how the hinges opened inward, so naturally the pilot wouldn't have been able to kick the door in from his side.

"Hey I'm about to kick in the door, you should stand back," I called.

"Alright, thank you," I heard to pilot reply, through the thick metal of the door.

I gave him a few moments to get away, before raising my foot, and slamming it against the door, full force. My dark blue converses didn't really add much power to the kick, but after a couple attempts, the door caved in anyway.

Almost immediately, the pilot exited the cockpit. "Thank you, I couldn't stand being in there," he said with a frown, while staring towards the body of another pilot. "I'm Ludwig."

"Alfred," I replied, returning the smile. "Nice to meet you Captain!"

The man gave a look of disapproval, before correcting me. "I'm actually the co-pilot, you can just call me Ludwig."

Ludwig had platinum blond, slicked back hair, and he was taller and much more muscular than than the average man. I noticed that his pilot uniform was ripped in some places due to the crash, but otherwise he seemed to be alright.

The two of us exited the plane, and headed towards the group. Once we arrived the other survivors gathered around the blond man.

"Hello I'm Ludwig, the co-pilot of this plane," he informed calmly.

"Can you tell us when we'll be found?" the woman who first brought us to Ludwig asked.

"What is your name miss?" the blond asked politely.

"Elizabeta, but you can just call me Eliza," she added.

"Okay, Eliza then," the co-pilot said, before explaining. "The search and rescue will probably be looking in the wrong spot since we have gone off course, so I don't have a good idea of how long we will be here. If I had to guess, I would say six days tops."

"Is there any way to contact them ourselves?" Francis questioned, while eying the radio like contraption strapped to Ludwig's belt.

The well-muscled man fingered his radio device. "I have this to contact other aircrafts, but there is no signal out here," he shrugged. "I do have this flare gun incase we need to be seen," he added, while showing the group the flare gun. Anyone else?"

"Why did the plane crash?" I asked, there must have been more to it than the turbulence.

"It was the harsh winds, they tore the wing off the plane, which caused it to crash," Ludwig explained. "When we first encountered the turbulence, we changed courses, but we were then met with worse winds. I don't even know our general location."

My jaw tightened, and my muscles tensed as I heard the information. I felt powerless and weak to the situation. There was nothing I could do to save the group from the horrors we faced, no matter how much I wished I could. I was a man who believed there was always something I could do to help, but there was nothing I could do to help us get saved from the monster that was the crash.

"Let's be real here, is anyone even looking for us?" Arthur questioned sourly.

His arms were crossed across his chest, and he rolled his eyes as he talked. Overall, the man wasn't making a very good first impression on the other survivors, but it hardly mattered to me. In all honesty, I found the realistic, yet pessimistic atmosphere he emitted somewhat humorous.

"Don't worry, while they may not know our exact location, they found out we went down when the plane didn't arrive at the terminal in Vancouver," Ludwig explained. "Search and rescue will be looking for us for sure," he continued, attempting to reassure everyone.

Suddenly I heard shouting; everyone turned around to see a small group of survivors approaching us.

The man with silvery hair spoke first. "We woke up in the plane, and everyone else was dead," he explained, in a noticeably accented voice. "Is this everyone that survived?" he continued, while eyeing the group.

"Yeah, so far this is everyone," the co-pilot confirmed. "Why, were you traveling with someone?"

"Yes, my sister Natalia," he revealed, before mumbling the next part. "I'm not going to be too sad if she's not alive though."

The dark brunet beside him spoke next. "I'm Sadiq by the way, and the Russian is Ivan," he said, while gesturing towards the silver haired guy. "The other guys are Kiku and Yao."

After many more awkward introductions, we were all left thinking about what to do next. The sun was almost set, so sky was darkening. It was evident that no matter what, we were all staying for the night.

"Alright everyone, night is approaching so we should all find somewhere to sleep," Ludwig suggested. "Salvage anything from the plane to use to keep warm, the night will be cold since it's October. Also, I suggest we all stay relatively close to each other to prevent anyone from getting lost."

The small group of survivors seemed to nod in agreement to the co-pilot's instruction.


Lovino and I ended up taking the stern blond's advice. We scouted the plane for our suitcases, before rooting through the cases of the dead to find suitable blankets to create makeshift beds.

Afterwards, we looked for somewhere comfortable to sleep. Eventually we found a decent spot. It was far enough away from the plane that the smell from the soon-to-be-rotting bodies couldn't reach us, while still being close enough to the rest of the survivors.

We had used one blanket to separate our bodies from the ground, while we each took one for ourselves.

It wasn't much, but the temperature didn't drop far enough to make it excessively uncomfortable. On the bright side, the cold temperature fended off the mosquitoes better than any repellant.

"I'm freezing dammit," I heard Lovino whisper.

At the moment we had our backs to each other, so instinctively, I turned myself so I could pull the smaller Italian into my arms. "There, is that better?" I asked quietly.

"You idiot, don't touch me!" he hissed, in a hushed whisper.

Lovino struggled to remove himself from my arms, but it was half-hearted. Eventually he just snuggled closer, for the warmth. A sincere smile grazed my lips, as I nuzzled into his neck.

In the past, there were times where I would just think about holding Lovino in my arms. There was just something about him that made me feel inexplicable happiness, almost as if we were meant to be together in some sort of way.

I don't know what Lovino is to me, but if I could spend forever with him, I would.


Thanks for reading chapter 2! Please feel free to review, and tell me what you think about this chapter.