Your life was nice. Perfect. You were wealthy, had loving parents, everything you wanted. So one weekend, you were taking your private jet across the ocean. Suddenly, you heard a thump. It was the engine. Your heart stopped. The plan descended, you were so scared. From your window you could see that there was an island, but it was clear that you would miss it, landing in the water. That moment you heard a roaring splash, feeling a great force hit you in the chest. Gasping for air you opened your eyes and swallowed the salty water you had inhaled. All around you you could see the wreckage of the plane, and fish swimming away. You were underwater! Shooting up into the open air you coughed, spitting out water. No one was around, debri was in the water, and there was a piles of scorching rubish that used to be the plane. You tried to swim away, but something had grabbed your ankle. As you dove down you felt another huge wave and then THUD! A piece of the wreckage had hit you. Before long, you were unconsious...Once you woke up, you're laid out on the beach, the sand stuck to your skin and hair, the seaweed that grabbed your ankle still attached, but now torn from the rest of it. As you look up, you see blood, fire.. Plane parts. Then you close your eyes, and are out again. This time when you wake up...Strange creatures are around you, many of them...Where were you?
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