this is my first story so this story might have grammatical errors.
I wake up shaking with my phone still playing music, I turn off the music on my phone and look out the window to see the plane going down at a very fast rate. I look around with my mind in a complete state of panic, before I knew it the plane collided with the ground knocking me out.
24 hours later
I woke up with a sharp pain in my arm I look around the plane to see nothing but blood and death, I manage to find my stuff covered in blood I grabbed some clothes and the box full of 7.62x51mm and .45 acp for my M14 and m1911. after grabbing my guns and ammo and clothes I begin to search for an exit, not before grabbing my oft automatic knife, It wasn't long before I found the door but because of my damn luck the door was stuck and seem like no amount of bashing the door or just messing with it would get it to open. I look down in defeat to find a bloody lighter I put in my pocket. "could be useful if I can get out of here" I thought.
I sit down to think about how to get out of the plane when something in my mind told me to look forward. "the window!" I thought I quickly rush to the window, I look at the window thinking "can I even fit?" I jump up and start to pull myself up, while pulling myself up my leg got cut by a piece of glass. I pull my leg to take a look at the cut on my leg that was now bleeding, I drop my M14 so it lands on the ground, after dropping my battle rifle on the ground I jump down landing on my feet, and drop down to my knees to prevent from possibly breaking my legs. I pick my M14 and inspect it to see if anything could be damaged. "nothing seems damaged or anything." I thought as I look around to what seems to be the middle of an African savanna with nothing in the distance I could see but a huge L shaped rock
"This is it I'm alone, and nobody is probably coming for me."
End of chapter 3