Don't breathe until you surface, Kody tells himself. Except he wasn't underwater.
Oh, yeah, he thought, the plane.
The smoke was terrible, that's why his lungs were protesting. The constant throbbing of his back was starting to feel dull in comparison.
"I have to get out," he said, but it only came out as an undecipherable mumble. Kody tried to get free of his seat, forgetting that he was strapped to it. After a fumbling show that might have been funny if anyone had been watching, he got loose from the seat. He made a split second decision to grab his bag from the overhead compartment—Kody never wanted to see the inside of this plane again.
As he staggered out of the gouge in the fuselage he tried to console himself. He could write a book about all of this, and make some extra cash. Well, get a ghostwriter, tell him what had happened, and get him to write it. Kody's teachers weren't wrong when they said he was a terrible writer. It wasn't like he was super famous or anything, but surely when things like this happened you had to expect some attention, and his bank account could always use the help—rent in Chicago wasn't cheap.
Unless it's filled with cannibals or something, and nobody escapes. Even worse, it could be like that movie with the soccer players where *we're* the cannibals, Kody shivered and took a deep breath. He shouldn't be thinking like this right now.
He walked trance-like down to the waterline and away from the rest of the panicking people. His back was killing him again, but if there was anyone in the water, Kody was sure he could tough it out and get them. Scanning the ocean he didn't see anybody, so he sat down in the sand, carry-on bag thumping down on the sand next to him.
Kody must have sat for an hour, completely shell shocked before snapping back to reality. He opened his bag and pulled out some sunscreen, slathering it on thick. He looked back towards a slightly calmer beach and noticed a large man and pregnant woman sitting and drinking from a water bottle. Kody got up and grabbed his bag, walking over to them.
"Hey. Thought I'd see if either of you wanted any sunscreen," Kody shifted awkwardly, it was easier when people already knew who he was.
"Sure, dude. Might as well," Kody handed him a bottle and the girl smiled at him.
"Thank you...um, what's your name?" asked Claire.
"I'm Kody Kirsch."
"Hello Kody, my name is Claire and this is Hurley. I've been having contractions so I don't know if you'll want to hang around," she held her stomach and grimaced.
"Seriously. The doctor just took off and told me to keep an eye on her, but if you wanna help I don't see why not," Hurley thought that maybe he could go track down some food for everybody if Kody did stay.
"Might as well, though I doubt I'll be much help. I'm a swimmer so I went down to look at the water earlier in case anyone was in there. Nothing. Or nothing alive anyway," he sat down behind Claire.
"Cool. I'm gonna see if there's anything to eat," Kody's expression must have changed because Hurley glared at him. "Man, don't be that way. I mean stuff for everybody."
"Sorry. I'll stay with her though," Kody frowned. He trained so hard and long everyday it was hard for him to get his mind around the fact that someone could be that large.
"Ah, don't worry about it. I'll bring you guys back something!" Hurley got up and waved back at them as he walked away.
A/N: First chapter, done! How do you like it? I like third person perspective better than first, but what do you guys think? I'm going to keep the chapters to a smaller size so I can update more often. The apps have all been really good, I haven't had to be hard on anyone yet, and there are still plenty of open slots left if you haven't applied!