: Drago groan tiredly as he dangled upside down in the twisted cockpit. His arms and legs dangled as he rubbed his bro of blood. " Where am I?" He whispered in pain letting his arms falling limp. With little work the blond dropped from the seat on to the crumpled roof. With a hobbled moan he passed out limp. His tatted black shirt and jeans covered in his blood. The sun by now was lazily falling behind the lush canopy of the trees. The human had not a clue what was to come of him. Though if he would live or die would be up to him.