There was something out there and Kenneth knew it. Whatever it was it thought it was being sneaky, hiding in the brush not showing itself. But anyone with two eyes and a pair of ears could here the nose it was making. Hell his even his grandmother, Miss Edna with her horrible hearing and Glaucoma could point this thing out! But maybe it wasn't hiding; maybe it was cocky and wanted to be known…
His years as a cop trained him for a lot of different scenarios…but nowhere near the degree of the day he had been having, things hiding behind the trees and all! At around 12:00am the plane he was on started to go down. Being the religious man he was he started to try and say a prayer in his head, but got nothing from it. His mind was racing, filled with goop; all he got out was some sentences, all mixed up and out of place. "Our father who art in heaven…Forgive us our trespasses" and then he went blank…
When he came to, with a shaky sense of what just occurred he met a young black man who could have been a younger version of himself, dark skinned and bald. He was with a woman showing months of pregnancy he called "Luda" when he wasn't saying, "Baby." From time to time he would rub her head and give her a quick "Baby it will be okay!" or "We won't lose our baby!"
Also with them was a skinny white man looking for his daughter, and an even paler young girl with shoulder length jet-black dyed hair, a nose ring and black nail polish-what most people would call a "Goth" or as they called the teens that got into trouble back at the station "Little bastard punks kids!"
The four of them all started to look at him as the big chief of the group, the man in charge of their safety, and he hated it. It could have been from his shire size, or the leader-like aura he gave off with a clear, smart head. "Okay," he belted out "We got to head to the source of the accident!" he told them as they stared at him for guidance. "We must have been thrown from the plane on impact so the dark smoke above us is…" there was a snap in the woods. The others didn't seem to hear it, they all looked up at him oddly, waiting for him to start back up wondering why he broke into silence. He wasn't going to tell them they were being watched since he knew it wasn't other survivors…for some reason he could tell these sounds were being made from something other then human. He started back up like there as nothing up and said "So we follow the smoke above us!"
The man who called for his daughter, "Nicole" grabbed a hold of the Goth girl's arm whom found it hard to stand and stood her on her two black booted feet. She gave him a shy smile, thanking him for the thought. With them came Luda and her man. The foursome waited again, this time for Kenneth to go ahead of them, so they could follow the leader…