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Derek awoke to the sound of birds chirping and felt a warm weight on his chest. Looking down he saw Meredith snuggling close to him and, despite their horrible situation, he let out a chuckle at her childlike gesture. He reluctantly woke her up, knowing that the sooner they reached civilization the better.
"Derek, are you hurt?" she asked, her eyes full of worry.
"Don't worry Meredith, I am fine, but we have to get out of here. We're lucky that damn plane hasn't exploding on us yet," said Derek. They both started off towards the plane to find supplies that could help them on their journey out of the forest. Derek went to the tail end of the plane, while Meredith went to the cockpit.
Derek had almost finished gathering all the salvageable food and clothing from his side of the plane, when he heard a yell that sent a chill down his spine. He broke out into a sprint, and within seconds he was at Meredith's side in the cockpit. The site he saw brought vomit to his mouth. Before them was the pilot…at least what was left of him. During the crash they must have slammed into many trees because his body was pierced completely through, by several sharp branches and he had millions of tiny splinters and rocks embedded in his skin. His head was partially severed from a huge shard of glass that had broken off from the window and cut his neck. But the worst this of all, was his face. His eyes were still open, though all that was visible were the white part of them. On his face was a look of pure horror and pain, a look that Derek knew would be permanently engraved in his mind.
Derek pulled Meredith away from the gruesome site hiding her face in his shoulder and he sent up a prayer of thanks, that God had spared them of the poor pilot's fate. Meredith took a deep breath and pulled away from his embrace. She wiped off her tears and visibly collected herself. Then, she grabbed all the supplies she had dropped and calmly walked out of the room.