What happens when things go differently in the Jungle?

Chapter1


"If you get out of this kid, come find me. There's always room for one more ". Always room for one more? What the hell does that mean? I look down at the gaping hole in the front of the plane. I gasp, as the Jungle comes alarmingly closer with every second. I look back up to see Rorke's smug expression as he and his federation thugs shoot up towards their plane. As I watch them go, I look down once more and with panic creeping into my chest, I let go.


I began to plummet towards the jungle ground immediately. I start to panic as debris from the plane goes flying past me quicker than I can dodge. I quicly pull my chute chord, the force of the parachute stopping my race to the ground and knocking the wind right out of me. As I gasp for air, a huge flat metal piece of the plane comes racing towards me. Oh Shit. I smack right into it, like I did a bellyflop into a pool from the highest board but only tens times worse.


I startle awake as I start to smack into the trees. The branches whip my face. A particulary thicker one smacks me right in the forehead knocking me out.


I wake up... again, with a pounding headache...I groan in pain. Then I look up and find myself caught in a tree. Phew. My parachute miraculously survived my bellyflop with that piece of metal. I got lucky thats for sure. That piece of metal could of tore my parachute or gotten tangled to the point of uselessness. My fall could've been worse. Alot worse.

I need to get out of this tree and fast. I have no doubt that the feds will be around, looking for any survivors of the crash.

I reach down, grab my knife on my hip and start to cut the straps of my parachute. On my second strap, I finally feel my body release from the chute. As I fall, I try to tuck and roll, but I miscalculate and just end up smacking face down into the mud. Eck, I think as I cough out some mud from my mouth. I try to take a look at my surroundings, but dizziness stops me. I lay my head back on the ground and breathe. Come on Logan, get your sorry ass up. I need to find my team and get the fuck out of this hell hole. I groan as I start to push myself up from the ground. My head spinning and my ankle throbing as I had caught it on a tree root when I miscalculated my roll. I lean agaisnt a tree for support until my dizziness ebbs away.



"Everyone report in". Dad! Thank god.

"This is Hesh, I'm with Merrick". I take another sigh of relief.

"Good, Keegan is with me. Logan you there?", my dad says.

"I'm here dad, I got a little roughed up during the fall, but I'm okay". I say in relief.

"Logan"? This time it was Hesh.

"Hello"? Shit. My mic must of broke in the fall. Shit Shit. Shit. Of course it did, just my luck.

"Logan, if you can hear me, head towards the crash. We're just north of it, up a hill". My father reports.

"Alright, Merrick and I are a little to your west. We'll meet up with you at that hill". Hesh replies.

"Alright, Logan be safe", my father says.

"Yeah jus..shit. There's Fed's everywhere, shit". I hear panick in Hesh's voice as he speaks through the mic. "We might be in troub...", Hesh's voice cuts off.

"Hesh? Hesh?! Shit", my father replies breathlessly. Damnit. Please be safe. Please be safe.

"Logan, hurry and make your way towards us. We'll be waiting", my father orders.

I'm on my way to you Elias, I think as I start to slowly move my way towards the smoke thats snaking it's way through the sky.

Dont worry Hesh, I'm coming.


And Thats All For Now Folks! I hope you liked it. This is my first ever fanfic i've posted. So I hope you enjoyed! If you'd like to leave a comment, I woundn't mind any criticism. Im not that great of a writer, but i was inspired to write something. So I did. Lol. Also, sorry if the paragraphs look weird. I wrote this on my phone through the app and its kind of funky to edit. Anyways, hang on for the next chapter!

~Dumbledore