A.N: Okay, we all know I don't own any of the characters from Lost. Maybe someday I'll get them for Christmas :) I do, however, own Alison. Haha. You can't take her.
Alison opened her eyes slowly. She quickly closed them again. The bright sun was shinning down on her. She frowned. She let her eyes slowly become accustumed to the light and slowly sat up. She was lucky to only be dizzy and nausiated for the first few moments.
She glanced around. She was laying on a beautiful beach, or at least it would've been if not for the plane wreckage around her. roughtly about fifty bodies lay dead of dying around her. She frowned as she tried to take in the scene.
Aside from the bodies, there was a plane that appeared to be ripped in half. Ther was a man helping what people he could. It was a difficult task for just one person, Alison was sure. She reached her hand up and felt her head. She winced almost immediately. She was sure she'd have a nice lump there later. She let out a soft sigh.
Despite the blood and gore, the idea of being in a plane crash didn't frighten Alison. She was still coherent as far as she could tell. Her brain function was as normal as it had ever been. The man who had been tending to the injured came over to her. He looked concerned for Alison even though, Alison was sure, he'd seen worse there. "Hey, can you tell me your name?" the man asked.
Alison thought about if for a few moments. She was trying to keep from crying, "I...I don't remember."