Roman was running through the jungle. He had seen the plane fly over him, and he had heard the gruesome sound of it crashing. There might be food or other items worth saving. He had to be fast in case it had caught on fire.

He stopped as he reached the plane. It luckily wasn't on fire. It was a small plane, and there were four bodies lying there. Three men and a woman. He walked closer. He was supposed to look for something useful but he couldn't take his eyes off the woman. Her copper red, wavy hair was a mess. Half of it across her face. She wore a banana yellow, knee long dress with buttons all the way down. She had one arm across her stomach and the other above her head. She looked like she was sleeping but he knew better. He sighed and forced his eyes away from her.

He squatted down and opened the first bag. Nothing but female clothes in there. Next to it was a dress bag. It didn't matter what was in there but curiosity won him over. He unzipped it and saw a wedding dress. A long, white dress with silver sequins over the chest. So the redhaired beauty had been on her way to her wedding. He wondered which one of the three men would have been her groom.

"Help," a female voice said lowly.

He snapped his head towards the voice and was caught by a pair of honey brown eyes. She wasn't dead like the three men. Her eyes were begging him for help. She was reaching a hand forward towards him.

"Please," she begged. "Help me."

She moved her hands to the seatbelt still stuck around her stomach. She couldn't get it open. She laid there on her side, still planted in the seat, not able to get anywhere. For a moment he wondered if he should leave her there. It would be better. She would never survive the jungle on her own anyway. If she was left there not able to move, maybe a big cat would come by and put her out of her suffering by nightfall.

He turned his attention back to the bags and opened a third one. He smirked at the sight of the expensive whiskey bottle in there. There were some men's clothes as well, a few bottles of cola and some snacks. He hadn't had treats like that in ages. He zipped the bag again, stood up, put the strap over his shoulder and started walking away.

"Please!" She raised her voice. "I'm stuck. Don't leave me here."

He stopped and sneered out in the open. She kept pleading from behind him. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't leave her there to die. She deserved a fighting chance. He dropped the bag on the ground, took out his hunting knife, turned around and walked straight towards her. Her eyes widened in horror by the sight of the knife.

"No, no, no," she whispered. "Please."

She thought he was going to kill her. One way or another, she would probably die in this jungle but it wouldn't be by his hand. He squatted down, grabbed the seat belt and cut it open. He walked back to his newly found bag of treats, picked it up again and started walking.

"Wait!" She yelled. "Fuck! Will you wait up, damn it!"

He stopped and turned to look at her again. She had gotten up on her feet and was trying her hardest to walk towards him. Her ankle was hurt and she couldn't support herself on it. Once again he wanted to leave but something about her made him stay. He had survived on his own for a long time in this jungle, and he wanted it to stay that way. She would never survive a day on her own. That was clear as daylight. Still he couldn't just abandon her like this. He had to help her. At least until she could walk and run again. Then he could kick her back out to fight for herself.

"Wait for me," she said. "Fuck, it hurts."

She was trying to put weight on her ankle just to get to him faster. He didn't want her to injure herself even more so he walked over to her, grabbed her with one arm, put her over his shoulder and started walking.

"Wait, what are you doing?" She asked. "I can walk. I just need a bit of support. Put me down. Where are you taking me? Who are you? Talk to me."

He didn't say a word. He carried her to the home he had built in the jungle. A little, homemade cottage to sleep in. Outside of it was a fire that he would light every night to keep predators away. He carried her inside the cottage and put her down on the panther skin he usually slept on. She looked up at him with those big, soulful eyes. She was getting to him in ways he didn't like. He opened the bag he had taken from the plane, picked up one of the bottles of cola and handed it to her. He grabbed the whiskey for himself, dropped the bag in a corner and left the cottage.

"You're just gonna leave me in here?" She asked.

Without a word he walked outside, sat up against a tree so he was facing the cottage, opened the bottle of whiskey and took a swig. He gritted his teeth at the strong taste. It was welcomed but also unfamiliar to him. He shook his head no when he saw her come crawling out of the cottage. She spotted him and stopped crawling. She sat down and just stared at him.

He studied her from his spot. She was beautiful and everything he had longed for for a long time, but that was years ago. He was a different man back then. He no longer belonged in the human world. He was his own man out here where no one ever came.

"Do you talk?" She asked loudly.

He took another swig of the bottle without taking his eyes from her.

"Were you born out here or something? Like a modern day Tarzan?" She asked.

He took a third swig and then screwed the lid back on. Nothing good would come from getting himself drunk. He wasn't stupid. He knew he needed his senses intact. The jungle was a scary place if he wasn't fully aware of what he was doing.

"Okay, you don't talk. Or you can't talk. I don't know. I assume you can hear me though," she said. "My name is Norvina. Thank you for saving me."

He just kept staring at her. She sighed and ran her fingers through her wavy hair. He tilted his head and smiled slightly at the sight. She noticed and stopped what she was doing. He quickly moved his head back to its normal position.

"You don't understand me, do you?" She placed a hand on her chest. "Norvina. My name is Norvina."

She pointed her hand towards him, hoping he would understand the gesture and tell her his name. He didn't say anything. He just kept staring at her.

"Have you ever met another human?" She asked. "Shit, what am I gonna do about this? Is there a way out? Do you have a radio or something to call for help?"

She pointed her hands to the sky and tried forming her hand as a phone. Anything to try and communicate what she wanted. He got up and she smiled. Her smile was killing him inside. She thought he understood and was going to help. Her smile dropped when she saw he was only doing what was right for him. He was getting the fire going before the sun was going down. She sighed and kept quiet while watching him work.

As soon as the fire was going, he started cooking over it. A bird he had caught. He walked back into his cottage and came out with some bananas he had picked earlier. He dropped them down next to her and figured she could eat if she felt like it. She took one of them and started eating in silence while watching him roast his bird. He shared the bird with her afterwards but the silence continued. When the sun was starting to set, he pointed at the opening to the cottage. She crawled back in and placed herself on the skin. He came walking in after her, grabbed another skin and placed it over her. He then turned to walk back outside.

"Are you gonna sleep out there? Isn't it dangerous?" She asked.

He didn't stop. He ignored her words and continued outside. He was going to stay awake the entire night. He would sit there by the fire with his trusted hunting knife next to him. Hopefully she would be able to walk soon enough so he could kick her out of there and get his cottage back.