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April 11th, 2010
Uh warnings here I guess??
-gore-ish?? Man idk
-graphic descriptions
-vomit warning
So yeaa… Merry Christmas or any other thing you celebrate 😛
We were all a little shaken up, I personally don’t think either of us have fully processed that we were stranded, and we don’t even know where we possibly can be.
It already started to become slightly nightfall, the clouds were coming in and you could feel the temperature drop, even worse there's bugs since it’s spring as well. . . God and Chris didn’t let us have any technology either, I can’t do shit now.
“Should we. . . Look around? It’s getting darker. . .” I could already feel the breeze of cold air becoming more and more strong. Every few minutes there were bugs either on your legs or on your arms that you had to brush off, and god the smell here was horrible. Where even were we?
“Probably. I would hope to assume Chris has a VHF or HF radio, he probably does since they’re usually built into the plane, but Chris didn’t use a regular plane. It’s all. . . Bent up, it’s weird.” His eyes were downward, kicking at something by his feet, the more he talked the more I didn’t know if I felt worry; of him not having a radio for contact, if it would still even work. Or hope; that the radio somehow works and we might have a chance of actually surviving instead of getting mauled or starved.
“So. . . Where might the plane be? It- it can’t be too far right?” Now, every breath you exhaled you could see, gah where would we even sleep man. . . Bugs are going to be coming, eugh. . . “Well, thing is. . . We don’t know if it's North, East, South, or West, so we’ll have to search either together in a large circle to examine the area. . . Or go alone.” He looked away, examining the forest beyond when he said the last part. I don’t know if either of us want to go alone yet, I mean, I don’t want to speak for Noah but, i’d like to assume he also doesn’t want to go alone. . . I can’t.
“NO-! Uh- Sorry, I uh, I just don’t think going alone is a good idea. . . Um, we don’t really know the area well at all, we’d get lost too easily and lose each other. . . Maybe we should look now? We shouldn’t waste time. . .” My face heated up, either from embarrassment or being on an island alone with Noah. He looked away for a few moments before responding again, “Good point, it’s easy to get lost. . . Well, then follow me, the plane can’t be too far like I said earlier.” We both made our way through the forest, I was ever so slightly limping from the crash, we both looked horrible. It’s a genuine miracle that we even both survived, though both of us are injured. I have a severely bruised left leg, Noah's ankle and wrist is busted up. I mean yeah, we both know how to open up a parachute, but how to land properly? That’s completely different.
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Time and minutes have passed, and we haven’t found the plane yet. Not yet. “Do. . . You think we’re close?” I asked hesitantly, I know, but don't know the guy at the same time. I mean, I know he has a DS and he likes to play Kosmic Kaos, which I do too, and I know he loves to read books, from back in season one! He’s sarcastic, he’s funny, he’s a good friend! I mean, I want to consider him my friend, but that’d be one sided. . .? I think?
“Maybe, hard to- Koff- tell. Fuck man, these bugs are killin’ me. Right?” “Right. . . By the way uhh. . . I just wanted to ask, are you okay? I mean, we both took a pretty rough fall. . .” I really hoped I wasn’t being too awkward with that.
“I’m fine. You?” He rolled his eyes and then looked over at me, for the slightest second I could see him look at me with concern, guilt maybe? Hard to tell with him, he’s too. . . Nonchalant I guess? Doesn’t show much emotion. After that brief second he turned back and kept walking. “I’m. . . Doing fine as well.”
As we continued walking, god, mosquitos, flys, ants, and whatever the hell else was annoying us kept swarming us. I was never one to be super reliant on somebody, but I guess that's ironic right? God, I kept shivering. It wasn't even funny anymore, how is he not??
“Oh, Cody.” He hummed before looking at me, in his eyes you could see the smallest glimpse of hope, before fading back to a brown. “What? You found it??” God, I could feel the relief coming in. “Yeah. . . Take a look” I quickly shuffled in front of him before standing still frozen, god I’m about to throw up. . .
We found the plane, but the passengers? All around, some more scattered, where the dead bodies of the contestants. . . All I could think about was how gruesome this all was, all because of Sierra, or maybe Chris buying a horrible plane? But, also technically speaking, I’m what caused Sierra to make this happen, so isn’t this also my fault playing at part as well? Sure, maybe Sierra had a huge part in this, but I still played my part in this as well, surely I did. . . They were only sixteen. Some seventeen, but still kids. They could’ve done so much more, done what they wanted, but instead they died young in a plane crash, just for some money. People would do anything for money right? Cause drama, fighting, do crazy challenges. Guess you can buy most things, but not time for right now. Not time to go back and not see any of this again, so live in complete and total oblivion and accept my fate being stuck on an island. Can’t buy time to go back and never join this show again, can’t buy time to go see my parents and beg them, please, please hug me once more.
You could already see bugs, maggots, insects eating away at their body. The blood splattered everywhere starting to dry, the guts and insides of them slowly spilling out, reaching part of the ground for the animals to eat away at. And then I glanced at Sierra, I felt like throwing up even more than I felt like before. God, I can still feel her hands on me, her screaming for me, not giving me one ounce of privacy. . . Now she’s dead. I know I wished for this. I jinxed it. It’s all my fault. My fault.
“I-” I could only make out one sound before I ran into a bush and threw up, god I can’t look at the sight anymore, this. . . I don’t know, the feeling of clumps of vomit acid and liquid spilling out of me just made this worse, like I could feel everything around me, and focus on everything but not in a concentrated way. After a few moments I wiped my mouth and went back to Noah, who supposedly did the same thing when I came back because he too had thrown up which is understandable.
“This is horrifying. . .” I looked at Noah, who nodded. For once even if he tries to sound nonchalant, or tries to show less emotion through talking less, his expression shows it all. This is traumatic! We’re stranded on an Island where we don’t even know where the hell we are, and we just saw dead bodies of people we knew, and it’s freezing cold!
“. . . The plane! It probably has food and water! And weapons! Oh my god this is a miracle!” I adjusted my body to fully look at him before running over to the plane, trying not to step on the bodies and as well trying not to vomit again just from thinking about how they looked. . . As much as I hated Sierra, no one deserves this, maybe she did. . . No, well. . . I don’t know! Whatever, just get the supplies and go, supplies and go, supplies and go. “Noah, any idea where they might be?” “I’d assume the storage room, down the hall.”
I feel like I’m actually getting flashbacks to Sierra, the same halls she’d say she wanted to stay with me forever, be with me, tell me things she knew about me like she won a prize. It stuck with me. Knowing that someone was capable of learning every little thing about me and analyzing me, knowing where I was, where I lived, my memories, my friends, my family. It wasn’t right. But even so, she's dead now, so why do I still think about her?
“-llo?. . . -rth to Cody?. . . You there?”
What? I looked over to my leg and realized I was zoning out
“Yeah? Uh, sorry. . . I was zoning out. Are we here yet?” He looked at me for a few seconds before looking forward and stopping. “Yeah, it’s to the right of you. If you were paying attention.” He mumbled the last part, but semi-loud enough for me to hear. Dang, who pissed in his coffee today. . .
We both made our way to the storage room and opened the door, and glory behold, the first class food with juice. God this seemed like paradise, barely been here for a day and yet I know this is going to come in handy later on.
“So, I’ll grab the water and juice and you carry the food? How are we going to do this?” I asked, It was kind of a ton of food and water, I didn’t fully know how we were going to do this, where would we even bring it to? We don’t exactly have shelter yet. Hm, maybe we could use part of the plane that's still somewhat in contact to sleep. . . There’s still benches so that's not a bad idea.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. . . I was thinking, maybe we should sleep in the plane's benches tonight? It’s not exactly the safest I know, but it’s better than sleeping next to a tree on this island, we don’t exactly know the reptiles and animals on this island yet so. . .” He trailed off talking before I stopped him. “I was thinking the exact same thing Noah.” I softly smiled at him before turning around and grabbing some of the drinks while he grabbed some of the food, it was mainly junk food but had a few fruits clumped up in a corner.
We later grabbed a crate from the corner of the storage room and put the food and drinks in it organized and we later left to go explore the plane some more, it was now midnight. We found a few of the nicer chairs in the first class, where team Victory would’ve been now. God, I can’t get those images out of my head, the insects, and maggots feeding on their bodies, the blood everywhere, I can’t imagine the horror that they had going on in their head before they hit the ground with a splatt. I wonder if Noah’s alright with this going on. . . I mean, probably not, but still.
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2:33AM.
April 12th, 2010.
I couldn’t sleep at all, no matter how comfortable these chairs can be, or at least this part of the plane being mostly secure and okay somehow, I just couldn’t.
“Pssst, Noah. . . Are you. . . Awake?” I whispered screamed to him, he was the chair beside me, we didn’t speak much on the sleeping arrangements but we both kind of just simultaneously knew we didn’t want to be alone.
“Yeah.”