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- Mar 9, 2009
Ken Arrow had been much like the rest of the class, excited for the field trip. His class was being taken on a trip from the US all the way to Europe, a possibly once in a lifetime opportunity. Everyone had been talking about it non-stop, and when the day finally came even Ken had been barely able to contain the excitement. Sure, he had no friends to speak of, so was essentially going on the trip alone, but that wasn't going to change anything, he was still going to have the time of his life.
Well, that was the plan anyway. That had been forced to change though....after the crash. In the middle of the flight, somewhere over the ocean, the plane had started shuddering, before suddenly beginning to go down. After that everything was a blur. The plane had gone down, there was a lot of screaming, panic...then water and darkness.
Ken had been somewhat lucky. Somehow he had made it to a life raft, but unfortunately it was dark, the middle of the night, and the currents were so strong that it had been pulled away quickly. Luckily, Ken had managed to pull one other person from the water into the raft, one of the flight attendants from the crew of the plane, but in the darkness he could see nobody else, only hear the screams....
That had been two days ago. The following morning, the raft had washed up on an island, uninhabited and, to the best of Ken's geographical knowledge, uncharted. After washing up, the flight attendant had been...well...there was no other way to put it, useless. No idea how to survive in a place like this, too dependant on luxuries and food just 'being there'. But luckily for them, Ken turned out to be a natural survivor. Despite no previous experience he had managed to put together a basic shelter for her and for him out of branches and leaves, catch fish for them to eat and even start a campfire to cook it for them.
In those two days, Ken had done his best, try to make her comfortable. He had even found a freshwater lake complete with waterfall for them to use for drinking and bathing in. At the same time Ken had taken to walking a loop of the beach once or twice a day. Parts of the wreckage from the plane had washed up, so he had some hope that other survivors might wash up too. So far no luck, but he had to keep trying.
After another uneventful search though, Ken let out a sigh, turning away from the beach, arms filled with a few supplies that had washed up, some sealed food and canned drinks, not much but something at least. After that he had turned to head back for camp a little inland, moving some leaves aside to enter the secluded, but large, campsite with the two small 'huts' he had built for them. "I'm back, I found some food and drinks on the beach". He glanced around for the flight attendant, not entirely sure if she was at the camp or the lake.
Well, that was the plan anyway. That had been forced to change though....after the crash. In the middle of the flight, somewhere over the ocean, the plane had started shuddering, before suddenly beginning to go down. After that everything was a blur. The plane had gone down, there was a lot of screaming, panic...then water and darkness.
Ken had been somewhat lucky. Somehow he had made it to a life raft, but unfortunately it was dark, the middle of the night, and the currents were so strong that it had been pulled away quickly. Luckily, Ken had managed to pull one other person from the water into the raft, one of the flight attendants from the crew of the plane, but in the darkness he could see nobody else, only hear the screams....
That had been two days ago. The following morning, the raft had washed up on an island, uninhabited and, to the best of Ken's geographical knowledge, uncharted. After washing up, the flight attendant had been...well...there was no other way to put it, useless. No idea how to survive in a place like this, too dependant on luxuries and food just 'being there'. But luckily for them, Ken turned out to be a natural survivor. Despite no previous experience he had managed to put together a basic shelter for her and for him out of branches and leaves, catch fish for them to eat and even start a campfire to cook it for them.
In those two days, Ken had done his best, try to make her comfortable. He had even found a freshwater lake complete with waterfall for them to use for drinking and bathing in. At the same time Ken had taken to walking a loop of the beach once or twice a day. Parts of the wreckage from the plane had washed up, so he had some hope that other survivors might wash up too. So far no luck, but he had to keep trying.
After another uneventful search though, Ken let out a sigh, turning away from the beach, arms filled with a few supplies that had washed up, some sealed food and canned drinks, not much but something at least. After that he had turned to head back for camp a little inland, moving some leaves aside to enter the secluded, but large, campsite with the two small 'huts' he had built for them. "I'm back, I found some food and drinks on the beach". He glanced around for the flight attendant, not entirely sure if she was at the camp or the lake.