TOPIC: Your on a plane to enjoy a vacation with your wife/girlfriend/fiancee. Your on your way to the Bahamas when the planes engines start smoking and the plane crashes. When you awake your the only one alive and your stuck on an island by yourself. What do you do? Progress...
Thunder crackled. .engine failed, we were going down
I blacked out. Next thing i remember was coming round. .
...Gradually i stood. . my sickened stomach in knots
Bodies scattered, shoulders hunched, w/ holes in their guts
bones crushed beneath the wreckage, passengers neglected
Most of them id never met and yet i felt strangely connected.
Thoughts swept in my head as i bled, searched for survivors
But all i found was despare and bodies piled cold and lifeless.
My mind switched off as i turned over the body infront of me
Only to uncover the Scolded Flesh on the Face Of my Family
It got Harder To Breath as the Petrol Smoke Filled My Lungs
Reality Sunk In, Chances are - only id Survived The Outcome.
Try Picturing A Field Of Blood, Scattered w/ Shrapnel Shaves
Bodies twisted out of shape and with no help of being saved.
The only way id escape this Nightmare was a Rescue Service
so i gathered various metals and wood to help aid my purpose.
Hours passed as i worked spelling out "HELP" on the beach
in letters 8 feet high . . hoping passing helicopters would see.
Eventually i gave up hope, hours had passed but to no avail
Darkness settled in, i was forced to spend the night in this hell.
Hollow inside, i swallowed my pride and slept among the dead
Mentality Broke. . i was too shook to Pay any sort of Respect.
Broke into a cold sweat, isolated . . stomach on empty, yet...
The only Sourse of Food available to me was human Flesh.
Arms and legs lay motionless - a painted canvas of suffering
Shivers of Hate, tears Wither and Fade into Pools of Nothing.
Four days later. .
So i Sit, Watch and Wait . . Staring At The Interface
In a Shield of pain, hungry, vision faded, eyes glazed.
Weaker by the Second, Dehidrated . . my Last Stand
and what your reading are the words of a dieing man. .
Peace!
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good job sweety .. multi's were
