Chapter 7
Amber walked down a path in the jungle, her arms folded across her chest. She wasn't mad or anything, but she was thinking… really thinking. How would they get off this island? It had been three days, and she was getting tired of the wait…
She stopped at a pond and looked at herself inside the clear the water and winced. She had gotten really thin and didn't look like herself. Sighing, she turned around and heard someone in the bushes. Suddenly, Adam came out.
Why is he always where I am, she though, moaning inwardly. "What are you doing here?" she asked him. "I could ask you the same thing," he retorted. She shrugged her shoulders, her face expressionless. She turned around and walked a couple steps away. "I don't know," she said. "And I want to know… so many things," she said. "When are we getting out of here? Are we even going to get rescued? If so, when?" she recited her questions. She was about to keep going when Adam put his hand up, telling her to stop.
Amber looked down, trying to hide the tears that were about to come down her cheeks. Adam noticed and felt kind of awkward and at the same time felt bad for Amber. Amber leaned against a tree and slid to the ground and looked down at her knees that pulled against her chest.
"You okay?" Adam asked hesitantly. Amber looked up at him and gave him a look that told him, Do I look like I'm okay? She sighed and shrugged her shoulders again. "I just want to go home," she said. Adam sat down next to her. "Me too," he said quietly.
(Three days ago, when Maddie, Nick and Bill and Connor went to find the fuselage. In the present, it's three days after the crash)
Maddie walked behind Nick and the two guys, Bill and Connor. Nick led the group, and suddenly it began to rain. "You think we should stop?" she called up to Nick. He looked back at the three and then up at the sky. "We should keep going as much as we can before the rain comes down harder. By the look of those clouds, there's bound to be more heavy rain fall," he said. Maddie nodded and they kept going.
Connor came up to Maddie. He was about the same age as Maddie, if not a year or two older. "Hey, Maddie, right?" he asked. Maddie noticed that Connor was a funny guy who was willing to do anything risky. "Yeah," she said. "I don't think we've properly met. I'm Connor," he said, holding out his hand for her to shake.
Maddie smiled and shook his hand. "And I'm… well, you know, Maddie," she said. "Your boyfriend is a pretty good leader. I think everyone's taken him to the leader of us until the planes find us," Connor said. "Oh no, Nick's not my boyfriend," she said, looking down and blushing. "Really, I thought you two were, by the way you spend time with each other," Connor said. Maddie's cheeks turned even redder.
"Well, he's a cool guy," Connor said. Suddenly, they all stopped and they gasped at what they saw in front of them. It was the fuselage…
"This is it," Nick said, looking up at the wrecked part of the plane. They began their journey into the damaged plane. The plane was tilted upward so they had to climb up to the front of the plane to find the radio. Maddie slipped, but Nick grabbed her hand and helped her back up. She made a small smile and they continued on their way up.
They finally got to the door of the pilot's area and Nick pulled open the door and the body of a dead man slipped out and they all yelled in surprise. They all slipped and almost fell down the plane. "You okay, Maddie?" Nick asked after a moment. She nodded.
"Oh, yeah, don't even bother asking how I'm doing. Connor's great. I only just slipped and almost fell to my death," Connor called up to them. Maddie giggled. Nick smiled and rolled his eyes. "Keep going!" Bill called up to them. Nick and Maddie climbed inside the pilot area.
There, on the table was a radio, and they couldn't believe what they heard… It was the voice of a man… "H-hello… is… anyone there?" the voice asked, half of it cut off by the static.
Maddie looked at Nick. Nick quickly grabbed the radio and pressed the button and said into the radio, "Hello, are you there? We're the survivors of Oceanic flight 815. We're alive! I repeat, we're alive!"
