It was a normal day, flying over the Canadian shield to visit my friends for a hiking trip. Everything was normal until my pilot and I heard a sound that sounded like metal grinding.
*creak*
( pilot ) oh no.....
(Me) Did you hear that ?
The pilot said ''sorry'', then he took the only parachute, jumped out of the plane, and left me to wonder how I would survive.
What are you doing???
Sorry but it's every man for himself. good luck !!!
Next as I am shocked and panicked I get on top of the plane and I hold on for dear life, getting ready for impact.
Following that the plane crash landed and i'm amazingly okay, coming out with only a few scratches.
AAAHHH!
After the crash I realize that there are 5 things in my pocket, these items were : a compass (for my already forgotten hiking trip with friends), a pencil ( i'm always with my trusty #2 pencil), trail mix, a small can of water, and a mini, rechargeable, flashlight.
As a result of the plane crashing so long ago, I hear a growl, i'm relieved to hear that it's only my stomach. I use my pencil to hunt down a squirrel for dinner but, as i'm walking in the forest I see a rabid opossum coming at me.
Oh this squirrel is going to taste good after 4 hours of not eating! Oh! An opossum, who may make a lovely, small blanket !