Lara lifted her head cautiously. She let out a groan of frustration and scanned her surroundings. She couldn't feel the force of the plane moving any longer. Was she dead? Absurd! She didn't really believe in the after life. Lara tried to stand but she immediately collided with the floor above her. Wait, floor? She checked to be positive. The plane was completely capsized! Quickly and quietly she slipped like a serpent to the "floor". It was covered with pieces of broken glass and parts of the control panels and baggage. As Lara squeezed out of the crushed seats, she noticed her bleeding arms. She knew no pain as she searched frantically for survivors. There was no sign of any living being that she could see. She couldn't be the only survivor! She searched high and low for anyone who was still alive, then turned around as she heard her name.

"Jen!" She cried and ran over to the girl and crouched beside her. "Miss... Croft." Jen managed to let the words escape from her bruised mouth, " You ... are... The only.... one alive...."
"No!" Lara screamed, "You're gonna be fine! You're gonna be okay!" This torture was making her speak slang! Jen removed the curtain that was blocking the view of her stomach. Lara stared at the wound- it was the leg of a metal stool gouged through her abdomen. Lara shuddered. "Oh my god," she whispered, "I'm so sorry! I should have gone outside and...." Jen used the last bit of her strength to lift her finger up to Lara's lips, " I will always remember you, Miss Croft, always. You are the reason I am the way I am." She took a somewhat shaky breath and continued, "I went to school with you. You were my idol! I can't believe I actually got to meet you. I didn't realize who you were at first. When the captain told me, I freaked!" Her exclamations were merely little whispers in the wind. Lara gazed down upon her, "I could have never impressed you! I'm nothing to be like. My family even disowned me. I have no friends either." Lara shrugged. "You will always be everything to me, Lara." Jen's eyes began to close, "I tried to do everything you did. I even got hurt sometimes, hospitalized three times; but I tried to be like you! Now, I'll never get to try again." Jen did her impression of a sigh. "Thank you, Jen." Lara held her hand, "I will remember you always too." And with that, Jen's hand slowly slipped from Lara's soft grasp, lifeless.

Tears started to form in Lara's eyes. She had never cried if there wasn't a true reason. Now there was. She had lost the only friend she had ever had. And she didn't know her for very long. She watched the blood slowly trickle down Jen's lifeless body. She couldn't imagine dying like that. Horrified, Lara made her way through the aircraft to the very back where she thought the kitchen was. She had made up her mind that she was going outside and scale down the mountain. There was no need to call for help because everyone was dead. Shaking that disturbing thought out of her head, Lara entered the kitchen.

She would need supplies. She hadn't been outside yet, but she used common knowledge to figure out this problem. People would have come by now if there was any around. Problem solved, she began shuffling through the cabinets. She found mostly common airline snacks. She packed the Doritos and pretzel bags into her pack and began to search again. It was hard to find soda that hadn't already exploded, but she found at least 5 cans of assorted drinks and stuffed them into her bag as well. Candy! Jackpot. Lara dug her hands into the pile of candy that lay on the floor in front of her. Though she was twenty-one, she still loved candy. She always opted for Skittles and M&Ms but she had a hunch that she was going to be traveling for a while and she needed to get more than that!

After a short time, Lara had packed candy, bottled water, soda, chips, and a large amount of sandwiches into her pack. She was ready to face the world! As she made her way to the exit at the front of the plane she looked at all the people, all the dead people. Some were still grasping on to their seats. Most were leaning on others next to them. Lara had never pictured death like this before. She stopped at David Barrington from New York. She extended her hand toward his un-breathing body to feel his neck. Ice cold. She reached into his pocket. Something stopped her. She had always been a rebel, but she couldn't bring herself to steal from a nice person. She wouldn't need money anyway. She slid a light blanket over him and paused.