5:24 pm, your plane crashed, the moment it touched the ground, you were sent flying out of the plane, your body hit the hard ground, your head hit a rock, everything went dark, you passed out.

Later, you woke up in some thatch hut, the light of a nearby campfire allowed you to look around, you were really dizzy, you couldn't sit up, your body hurt, you were on a bed made of the skin of some animal and your wounds were bandages with leaves.

A man approached you, he was tall, tanned, muscular.

"How do you feel? The giant metal bird you were in, crashed... "