His first feeling was cold and wet, without opening his eyes he could notice that. Has he slept outside again?

He also felt like he had just gotten absolutely pissed and had gotten into a fight with Daniel. Daniel was great and all but damn did he pack a punch. No cotton mouth which was odd.

As he slowly came to his senses he could smell burnt, couldn't be toast he's outside…

The memories come back, the bird strike, the unresponsive radio and the crash…

"Shit…" The adrenaline had started to wear off now and it wasn't fun. He'd clearly hit his head on the dash as his vision was absolutely crap and his thoughts were cloudy.

"How did I survive?...John!" It suddenly came back to him. John, his brother, had been with him, and dread came over him. Where the hell was John?

Opening his eyes he saw the sky at sunset in some kind of dense forest, pretty but not really a priority right now. Lifting up his body he wasn't concerned with his injuries just yet, they hurt but John was more important.

"JOHN!? JOHN!?" he shouted.

Looking towards the plane, there wasn't much left. The front of the plane was not in the best condition but nothing compared to the rear. Both wings were gone, the tail snapped in half and the body seperated in two.

First priority was finding John, a small fire had broken out and John was nowhere to be found.

Walking unbalanced to the cock-pit he found John sitting in the pilot's seat unconscious. No blood on his face, no visible injuries and breathing.

Alan wanted to cry, they had survived!

The improbable event that they would survive had occurred!

There wasn't time to cry though, the heat inside of the cock-pit was rising and he could smell the petrol.

Tapping John's face and trying to get a response just got him a quick eye roll and a mumble. He decided that dragging him out was the only option possible. Seat belt undone, he ran into a problem, his shoulder. The pain he had been experiencing since earlier had been radiating from his shoulder and as soon as he lifted it, he regretted it. It was like someone had stuck a poker in the joint and twisted, he cursed. Something was clearly wrong with his shoulder.

He would need to get clever to move John and quickly. He had a swiss army knife, maybe?

Alan grabbed the seat belt he had just undone and cut it off the seat. Once cut, he slipped it under John's arms like a lifebelt and pulled John of the seat.

Holding both ends together he pulled with all his might.

'John really needs to lay-off those donuts!' He thought bitterly, John was so heavy and limp he was struggling to move him.

With an almighty tug he got momentum going and the rain actually made it a bit easier to pull John away. Once John leaned against a tree there was the next order of business. Supplies.

Scavenging the rest of the plane in the areas not on fire he quickly pulled out the essentials.

Two Three quarters full bottle, random pack of biscuits, his carrier bag, coats and the first aid kit. No time to get anything else, not even the suitcases. They were most likely burned already. As he left the plane he could see that the fire was advancing slowly, the rain affecting it but he knew soon the plane would be consumed.

Having no more options he decided he would have to make do with whatever he'd gotten already. Moving over to John who was still propped up, he decided the next course of action was to fix his injuries.

Feeling his shoulder, he could tell it was dislocated and his ribs were pretty messed up. Hopefully the ribs were just bruised not broken?

'Uhh this isn't going to be nice' he knew relocating bones was shit but it was even worse when it was yourself doing it.

At least his first aid course will finally come in handy. He didn't have an assistant however. He was going to have to use the seat belt from earlier. Taking off his belt he put the end in his mouth and tied the seat belt, one end to a tree branch at neck height, the other end to his wrist, he prepared himself.

'Ok, ok, natural position, then 90°, lastly 180° all whilst keeping the palm forward. Sounds simple enough. I know they do this in the movies but this is going to hurt isn't it?' He sighted to himself.

With his hands laced together, to control his palm, he crouched. 'POP!'

His vision nearly went black, the pain was searing, he wanted to scream but because of the belt in his mouth all he could do was give a sharp moan.

At least his arm worked again but damn he didn't want to do that again any time soon. His hand now tucked into his pocket for support he moved on.

Next up John,

"John! John! Can you hear me?" tapping his face he continued "Hey buddy can you hear me?" He decided to try something else, as John wasn't even stirring. He'd never thought he'd be doing to his brother.

Grabbing John's skin near his ribs he twisted sharply, "Urrr, what?..?"

John opened his eyes to see Alan staring at him. His brother looked like shit if he did say so himself. "What's going on?..." Starring from left to right he realised 'The plane!'

"We crashed… We actually crashed?" He was in disbelief, he couldn't really register in his mind that they had a crash and that they had survived. Plane crashes are not really known for their survivability…

"John, are you injured? You've been unconscious for a bit" Alan asked concerned, usually being unconscious pointed towards head injury but he was hoping it was a shock.

"Urrr my ankle ain't the best and I think my hand took a beating but that's about it" John was surprised how little injuries they had, he knew it was low altitude but still the speed was quite high. Alan just looked a little shocked and that was about it.

Alan decided to have a peak at John ankle "Yeah I think it badly sprained"

Alan really hoped it wasn't broken as, wherever they were, it looked so remote that treatment if it was broken would be impossible and John would be risking sepsis.

Taking out the bandages from the first aid kit Alan got to work, working though his shoulder pain. John was going to protest, Alan wasn't really known for his first aid skills, till he realised that Alan seemed to be fully capable of bandaging his ankle properly. Wiggling his toes, it hurt but the bandage seemed to stabilize it.

"Where are we anyway?" John questioned.

"No clue, where were we last time you looked at the GPS?"

"Just entering the Ingushetia air space, why?"

"Well fuck" Alan groaned, he knew that this wasn't good news.

"What's the issue? Us being in the middle of nowhere or being in Ingushetia?" John wasn't really sure where Alan was going.

"Don't you watch the news? Ingushetia doesn't ring a bell? Bosnian war maybe?" Alan continued "Ingushetia is one of the most isolated countries with hundreds of miles of forest, even if we do find civilisation Ingushetia is continuing the bosnian civil war"

"We're lost here, not due back for 14 days and even if we find civilisation, we'll most likely be killed"

John is now understanding why he should have taken his geography classes more seriously :) Please review.

Bisous.