[IThinkICrashedYourPlane]

Paul looks down the beach at all of the wreckage.
"how am i going to find my bag through all of this?" he asks himself
he comes accross a sheet of metal about 6 feet long drapped over what appears to be more rubble. He lifts the metal and finds a young girl, severly disfigured, lying in a contorted postion, dead. He instantly gets queezy and throws up. He has seen people die before but this is too much. What good could come of this? He could have died, should have died, but didn't. He drops down to his knees and begins to cry. This is all too much for him. He whipes his tears and goes to stand up when he sees a glimmer in the jungle. It looks like metal. He walks about 50 yards into the jungle and finds a massive piece of what looks like the cargo area of the plane. Could he really be this lucky? The piece is about 25 feet long and 8 feet tall. Must have been one of the end peices of the cargo portion of the plane. He walks around to the other side... EURIKA!!!! There must have been at least 2 dozen bags. "My bag must be here, it has to be!" For the first time since the crash he begins to feel optomistic. He wants to shout for the others to let them know but decides that he should try to at least find his bag. He kneels down to begin looking but hears something in the woods. Sounds like footsteps. It's then he can begin to feel eyes staring at him. Someone is watching, he is not alone....
He tries to shout for help but nothing comes out. He is terrified and doesn't know why. He feels as though he can't move at all. He finally musters up the breath and shouts as loud as he can.
"HELP!!!"
Something/one takes off in the opposite direction and the sounds of the leaves crackling sloewly dissipates. He hears someone shouting in the distance. People from the beach are coming. He doesnt care anymore. He has forgotten what he is doing as the fear is still very real in his mind.
"What was that?" he thought to himself....