[bladerunna]

Arrggh..

I woke up on the blazing hot beach. I looked up with my tired eyes and could see the sea. It looked peaceful, calm, so relaxing. Just as I was looking into the view, I heard screaming and to my left were people running around screaming, panicing. As my eyes focused slowly I saw flames, carnage, fueslage everywhere. I had to get up.

Arrggh..
My arm. Sort of out of its socket. I stood up and painfully put it back into place. I started to move forward walking slowly in between the screams. Where am I? Dead bodies around. Doesn't make sense.

FLASH BACK IN THE AIRPORT
"Let me on the damn plane!"
"I'm sorry sir but until the pilot is ready to allow people on, you cant go though" informed the flight attendant.
"Can't you see i'm in a bloody rush, come on"
"i'm sorry sir"
I sulked off back to my seat and was sat next to some guy who was reading a book. "Hey" I said, "what are you reading there?"
"None or your business asshole" he said
"What did you call me boy"?
"Nothin pal"
"You wanna start buddy". I stood up and took his book and threw it across the waiting lounge "Cos I'm ready punk"
As soon as that was said security came over and dragged me away from him
"I'm not done with you" I yelled


"Hey, can I get some help here?" a voice yelled. Screaming came from the other side of the beach. I ran over and dived in to try to find him. I looked down and saw bodies across the sea bead. I got out of the water and stumbled over towards the jungle and fell to my knees and looked and the floor.

FLASH BACK IN THE AIRPORT
"You are Dan Thompson of London, England, correct?" said the secuirity officer.
"Yes". I was in this small room, gloomy with cameras in all of corners. I looked at my watch only to find I had missed my flight
"I've lost my bleeding plane now you bloody idiot, satisfied?"
The guard said "Well to tell you the truth, yes I am. Now because of your behaviour, we are going to keep you here for a while so you can calm down and put you on the next flight."
"And when will that be leaving, your grace" he said sarcasticly.
"In 4 hours, were putting you on flight, (glancing at the ticket) 815 to LAX, OK?"
"Suppose it will have to do"

I looked down, upset. And saw something in the distance. I walked over to it. I dug it out only to find a handgun with a few bullets in it. Blood dripped on my hand and as I looked up, a man in a suit was impaled of the trees above me.
"What the..."