This chapter is shorter i'm sorry but I can't really think of what else I can put in here without spoiling to much. ENJOY!
Kellyn.
Something was on me, I could feel it. Oh my god, is it a bug! I thought. Please don't let it be a bug. I brushed my face, and felt grain. I opened my eyes and a flood of noise hit me full force. People were screaming and there was extreme heat coming from somewhere near me. In front of me was a small dune of sand. I pushed my self up off my stomach and looked around. The scene that greeted me was gruesome. As I looked around people were screaming, running, or sitting down bawling hysterically. The farther I looked the scene got more gruesome.
At least a dozen or so dead bodies were spread around on the beach and some were near the ocean. The ocean lapped at the bodies trying to tug them out to a watery grave. A huge wave a nausea hit me and I threw up in the sand until all I was doing was dry heaving. I swayed and stepped around trying to catch my balance. I stepped back to far and was burned. I whirled around to see the tail end of the plane. It was smoking from where it had disconnected from the other part of the plane. I couldn't think and so I screamed, a blood curdling scream that made my lungs feel like they were going to burst. It didn't help either that I could see inside the tail end of the plane. Some people in their seats dead.
I stepped back and fell over, hitting the sand and throwing it around me. I started at the sky not able to move or scream. Clouds drifted over a blue sky and I felt sick again. Suddenly out of one eye all I could see was red. I touched my forehead and my fingers came away with fresh and clotted blood. I scrambled up trying to get it out of my eye and realized I laid next to a dead body. I hopped back and screamed again, my lungs burning. So I ran, I ran away from the beach and towards a small cliff.
I scrambled up the slipper rocks to the top where I laid down, shaking. I let out a loud sob, I was almost far enough away from the screaming and crying. But not far enough they echoed behind me and mixed with the clash of the ocean hitting the rock. I lay there shaking and sobbing when a thought hit me. Jen. Where was she? Was she one of the victims that lay dead in the sand? Or worse was she one of the ones that died in the chairs, possibly her lungs burst from screaming?
I shook harder and dry heaved before the questions raced faster around my head almost driving me insane. I sat up and screamed out Jen's name over and over until my voice broke. I sat on the cliff over looking the beach, as people still ran around screaming. Something caught my eye and I looked away from the beach and noticed a huge forest expanding everywhere. And the island itself stretched as far as the eye could see.
Shakily I stepped down, finally calming down a tiny bit. As my feet touched the sand I cringed, it felt to hot somehow. I shuffled around the beach trying not to touch the dead bodies. I called out Jen's name but she was no where to be seen. I bent down and coughed hard, I couldn't breathe. Was this a panic attack? Was I dying? I started panicking I was going to die on this god forsaken island alone with total strangers! I started heaving and coughing.
"Miss?"
I twirled around to see a man standing behind me, his face covered in soot or was it blood? He was about six feet tall and his hair was a dirty blonde. He reminded me of Charlie. Idiot! I thought improper time to think of him. People are dying and moaning around me and all I can think about is Charlie. I can't even find Jen.
"Miss? hello?" he said
His voice was nice, very soft. I like him, I thought. Stop it! Damn it! "Sorry, I can't breathe. Stressed out." I said
"Aren't we all? Can you help me, have you seen my girlfriend? about 5 feet, red hair, skinny? I haven't found her since we crashed. We were separated."
My heart sunk, I was have tempted to yell at him and beat him to the ground. But I restrained myself, what was I supposed to say? She's dead maybe in the sand? maybe her heart exploded and she's still strapped to her seat? I looked him up and down and sighed. "I don't know, why did you come to me?"
He shrugged his shoulders and winced. "I dunno, you look like you might know."
And with that he walked away. I stood their staring at him calling out his girlfriend's name and felt guilty for not saying I did see his girl friend. When I looked inside I saw her there, strapped in the seat, head hung low, blood trickling from her mouth. I shook my head to let the image go and shuddered. What the hell was I going to do? Admit that I did see her. I shook my head walking away without an ounce of guilt in me.
I walked away when another person came up to me. Asking another question about if I had seen so and so. I cracked "What the hell! Why is everyone coming up to me? Am I the leader?"
The person a woman this time shrunk back from me. We both looked up as we heard a scream, that rose above all the other screams. I looked at the tail end of the plane to see the man I spoke to before kneeling in the sand screaming. I pushed past the woman and ran, I just couldn't think anymore. I couldn't believe what I had done. Blame it on the island I thought Blame it on the isle of Lost. I shot into the forest and went about 20 feet before stopping. What has gotten into me? I thought.
As I looked at all the greenery I thought of Jen and wondered how she fared. "JEN!" I screamed. "WHERE ARE YOU! I NEED YOUR HELP!"
I caught my breath and was about to yell again when the trees ahead of me moved and a huge roar sounded. I looked up as the trees parted and screamed. I ran off in a direction hoping it was towards the beach, as I tried to hold back tears from blinding my way but to no avail.