Blinding light. A strong stomach pains. Vomit.
After throwing up. Zachariah slowly sits up, groaning, with a strong pain running through his back. Then a sudden rush of pain in his head. He quickly puts a hand to his head feeling his short black hair instead of a helmet. He slowly opens his eyes to get used to the daylight, while still massaging his head. Zachariah looks around for his helmet. He sees it a few feet away. He rolls over to reach it. When he grabs it, he feels a sharp pain shoot through his arm, but he still pulls the helmet into his lap. 'Damn the headsets broken.' Disappointed he looks up and sees trees surrounding him. 'What. We were in the desert.' He thinks to himself. 'God why do I hurt so much.' 'Shit the crash.' He remembers while starting to frantically look around. 'Where's the helicopter and the hostage and...' 'Oh God where's Mark.'
"Mark!" Zachariah tries to yell out, but it comes as only strained air. He starts to cough and tries to call out again. It comes out as a faint squeal. He coughs again, violently. When he gets his fit under control he feels the pack on his back. He takes it off to find his canteen. He takes it out of the pack and drinks most of it. When he's finished he looks back at the large sack. 'Ok. The front pockets are ripped, but the main pocket is fine. I can use it for now.'
Zachariah opens the ripped pack to see what is still good. 'The sleeping mat is fine. I can make a shelter if I need to. First-aid is fine.' He pauses to look at himself seeing only minor scratches. 'I'll be fine for now. Some of the MREs are ruined but two are still intact. I have little water.' He thinks as he looks to his canteen. 'Ok, I have 2 flares left. A portable lighter. Batteries. More ammo for my rifle and pistol. My journal. And a flask.' He unscrews the flask to smell it. 'Ok Fireball that's a plus I guess. Zachariah looks back in his tattered sack. 'Yes! A sat phone.' He thinks as he quickly pulls it out. The screens cracked but the phone is intact. He quickly pulls out the antenna and puts in the number that was drilled into him.
Nothing happens. 'What the hell?' he thinks while holding the phone. He quickly tries again, and nothing happens. He pulls it to his eyes to see that there's no signal. 'How is there no signal it's a sat phone.' Frustrated he puts the phone back in his sack along with the rest of his stuff. 'What else do I have' Zachariah thinks while checking the pockets on him. 'I have 2 flashes, 2 frags, Mine and Mark's Walkie. God, I need to find Mark. Mark's MP3 and earbuds, half a pack of gum, my pistol, several magazines for my rifle, and my knife.'
'Ok I need to find my rifle and I need to find Mark.' Zachariah thought as he slowly lifts himself onto his feet pushing through the pain. He bends over to pick up his helmet and puts it on his head. He brings his hands to his mouth. "Mark!" He yells out. His throat hurts but he pushes through it. "Mark!" he yells again through his sore throat. He continues yelling till his throat is too sore to yell anymore. Finally, Zachariah gives up yelling and wandering through the woods and sits down against a tree. Under him, he feels something hard. 'My rifle, thank God!' He thinks while pulling it to his chest. He then feels a sharp pain in his stomach. Zachariah quickly pulls out his canteen and drinks the rest of the refreshing water.
As he puts his canteen back on his backpack Zachariah hears a rustle in the woods behind him. He slowly takes off his torn pack while picking up his rifle. Then Zachariah hears the rustle now in front of him. Through the bushes in front of him, he can see something moving. He then sees two large red eyes staring at him. He stays frozen staring at the creature. He quickly drops to a knee bringing up his rifle. As he does this the Creature of black and white charges him. He freezes at the size of the beast but soon comes to his senses and fires at the monster. He puts 20 bullets into the beast emptying his magazine. The Charging beast falls and comes to a stop at his feet.
He quickly lets out a large breath not realizing he was holding it in the first place. 'Is that a bear.' He thought as he stared at the dead beast below him. He reaches out to touch the beast's head. 'What kind of bear has bone on its head and spikes on its back?' 'I need to get out of these woods if there are more of these beasts.' He thought as he changed the magazine in his rifle. Quickly, Zachariah collected his stuff then turned and started to quickly meander through the woods.
In the distance, there's a deafening screech followed by the sound of gunshots. 'Someone could be in trouble,' Zachariah thinks to himself as he picks up his pace. He races as fast as he can through the woods toward the screeching and gunshots. His body starts to ache, but he pushes through the pain to keep running toward the gunshots. He wants to help fight whatever battle is in front of him. The screeching and gunshots have grown in volume and now Zachariah can hear metal clanging.
After his power run through the woods, Zachariah comes to an opening in the woods. As Zachariah tries to catch his breath he sees a massive ruined monument with a large black bird flying overhead with four people firing at the beast. Then at the base of the monument, Zachariah sees another group of people fighting a giant black scorpion. Zachariah pulls out his pistol and makes to run over but there's a sudden snapping sound and he's forced to the ground by a falling tree. Zachariah tries to yell out in pain, but his throat is to sore to make a sound. All he can do is watch the groups fight off the monsters. The group fighting the scorpion manages to cut the stinger from the scorpion and then finish it off with a mighty hammer blow to its head. Then a single shot is fired from way on top of the monument pulling everyone's attention. Zachariah sees a red blur fly into the air catching the giant bird by the neck and slamming it into the side of a cliff. Then the red blur runs over the top of the cliff and removes the head of the feathery beast when the red blur reaches the top.
The group of people starts to congratulate each other on killing the monster. Zach tries to yell out to them so he could get help but he couldn't yell. He hurt too much to lift the tree and his throat was too raw to make a sound. The group made to walk away when Zachariah remembered the pistol in his hand. With all his strength Zachariah fires the pistol. He sees the group of people look around for where the shot came. The blonde one spots him and gets the other's attention and they all quickly sprint toward Zachariah. Zachariah's eyelids then become very heavy and his body loses what little strength he has left. Zachariah can see the people running over, He sees the blonde that spotted him, a lady with long red hair, and girl with short orange hair, and a black-haired man. Then he loses consciousness.