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I woke up to the sound of the waves lapping at the shore. The sun shone on my tanned face. I slowly sat up and looked at my surroundings. It wasn't a dream. I actually survived a plane crash. We survived a plane crash. I got up and shook the sand out of my wavy brown hair. It was probably a frizzy mess right now. I walked around for a bit with my hoodie tied around my waist leaving me in my plain gray T-shirt. I saw a group of people sitting around in a circle talking. I sat down next to a guy with blond hair and a black hoodie on.
"Hey... I uh heard you guys talking about that thing from last night. Any idea on what it could have been?"
"I don't but whatever it was it wasn't natural. My name's Michael. This is my son Walt." he said gesturing to boy beside him.
"I'm Quorra." I looked at the blond guy beside me. He seemed awfully familiar. "Hey. Have I met you before?" I Swear I've seen this guy somewhere.
"No. Don't think so. You ever heard of Driveshaft?"
"Yeah. They're awesome!" I said excitedly. I think I just found my new best friend.
"I play bass." he said with a smug look on his face.
"No way! Wait hold on. Charlie Pace?" Holy Shit! I'm talking to a famous person!
"The one and only." he said grinning
"That's awesome. You have to give me your autograph later."
"Will do." I think I just made his day the way he was smiling. "Does anyone have any sunblock?"
"Yeah I do." said the blond next to me. She was the one that was screaming her head off yesterday. She doesn't seem like the big mouth I thought she would've been judging from her little performance yesterday. That guy by her must be her boyfriend. He's cute. Then Hurley came and crouched in between the blond and me.
"So... I was just looking inside the fuselage. It's pretty grim in there. You think we should something about the uh..." he paused for a second shooting a glance at Walt. "B-O-D-Y-S?" Oh my god. I tried really hard to hold back my laughter. But I couldn't help the snort that escaped and the shaking of my shoulders didn't help either.
"What're you spellin man bodies?"
"B-O-D-I-E-S."
"That sounds like a good idea." said the Arab man across from me.
"No. they'll deal with it when they get here." protested the blond. What a priss. Maybe I was wrong about that whole big mouth thing. I don't think I'm going to like her much. I had a strange feeling that we weren't going to get rescued anytime soon. Jack came towards us then.
"I'm gonna go out and look for the cockpit. See if we can find a transceiver to send a distress signal to help the rescue team. I'm gonna need you to keep an I on the wounded." This last part was directed towards Blondie's boyfriend. "If the guy in the suit wakes up I'm gonna need you to keep him calm but don't let him remove that piece of shrapnel. You understand?" Maybe I should go and help find the cockpit. It'd be a lot better than sitting around on the beach all day. I could use a bit of an adventure.
I must've missed the rest of the conversation because next thing I know Charlie's getting up and volunteering to go along with Jack.
"I'll come with. I wanna help."
"Yeah me too." I said said jumping up after Charlie but Jack quickly protested.
"No I don't need anymore help."
"No it's cool. I don't really feel like standing still so."
"Yeah. Same here." I said quickly going to stand by Charlie's side. He was about the same height as me. Maybe an inch or two taller. All Jack did was nod and then he walked off Charlie right behind him as I followed along. We met up with a women named Kate who was also coming along. So then we went traipsing off into the jungle where that thing was last night. Maybe coming along wasn't such a good idea. But it's better then risking running into the hostile redneck. That guy is a real jerk. OK so maybe it is kinda my fault. But I did try to apologize so that makes him even more of a jerk for snapping at me. I'm not even gonna get into this right now. It's only going to piss me off and make me feel even worse. We were walking across this grassland when Kate decided to break the silence.
"Can I ask you something?" she turned towards Charlie.
"Me?" he said pointing to himself. "I'd be thrilled. I've been waiting."
"Have we ever met anywhere?"
"No. That would be unlikely." That smug grin was back on his face as he played with a blade of the tall grass surrounding us. "I look familiar though right?"
"Yeah."
"Can't quite place it?"
"No I can't."
"Yea I think I know." he said scratching his head
"You do?" she asked turning back to look at him again.
"You all everybody. You all everybody!" Kate just looked at him puzzled. "You've never heard that song?"
"I have I just don't-"
"He's from Driveshaft." I said trying to speed up a little so I wouldn't fall behind. "The band." Kate stopped, turned around and looked at him.
"You were in Driveshaft?" she asked incredulously.
"I am in Driveshaft. I play bass."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. Charlie. Track three you know I do backing vocals."
"My friend beth would freak she loves you guys."
"Give me Beth's number. I'll call her. I'd love to. Does she live nearby?" I just had to roll my eyes at this. We were stuck on an Island and he's still trying to get someone's number. How exactly are you gonna call her buddy. And of course she doesn't live nearby. We're out in the middle of nowhere.
"Have you ever heard of Driveshaft." She asked Jack as he came to stand by us.
"You all everybody. You all every... body." Charlie trailed off seeing that Jack didn't know what the hell we were talking about.
"We gotta keep moving." he said walking off.
"You were good." she said before following after Jack. I followed after her not really wanting to be left behind.
"We are good. We're still together. Bit in a middle of a comeback." We kept walking. I was amazed. The grass was taller than ME. Everything was so green here. I really did like it. You don't see a lot of this in LA. It got dark and then all of a sudden it started to rain. I quickly threw my hoodie on. Not in the mood to get sick.
"You guys is this normal? Kinda day turning into night. You know end of the world type of weather. Is this... Guys?" We all just kept on walking ignoring his rambling. Then we saw it. The cockpit. It was huge. We all just stood there staring at it.
"Well. Let's do this." said Jack taking the lead once again. We walked around it trying to find a way in. I really wanted to get out of this rain. With my lick I'd probably end up with a sore throat and a very stuffy nose tomorrow. Or maybe I wouldn't. I did survive a plane crash after all. Maybe this place was strange. We were standing just outside the cockpit. I looked around at the dead people still sitting there. I felt really uncomfortable standing so close to them.
"Let's get this trans..." Charlie struggled with the word.
"Transceiver." Corrected Jack as he started to climb towards the front of the cockpit.
"Transceiver thing and get out of here."
I didn't want to be any closer to the bodies than I already was but I didn't want to be out here if that thing decided to come around. So I climbed in after Kate grabbing onto the seats as I climbed upwards. We got to the top as Jack was using a fire extinguisher to break off the lock on the door to the cockpit. He finally got it off when a body came tumbling out the door barely missing Charlie. I really should have stayed at the beach.