You were flying abroad, currently on the air, flying over Los Andes right now. You were flying with your family as you had booked some concert tickets in Chile. You and your mom were excited as it was the favorite artist of both of you.

It’s been 2 hours since the flight started, all normal and all. You were very relaxed even thought the pilots said it would be an unsure and with lots of turbulences flight.

5:46 am, it’s been 5 hours now, everything had been going normal and you started to thought the warnings of the pilots and copilots were just stupid things.

But just 40 minutes after you thought that there was announced that you were going to go through some turbulences, to everyone to zip up their seatbelts.

But it wasn’t just some normal turbulences, the signal started to go off hand on, the plane was moving a lot, a lot more than it should be in normal turbulences. You don’t know what happened after that but you know found yourself in a snowy place, blood all the snow and yourself.

It’s been two or maybe three weeks since you learned you had crashed into the Andes. The food quickly ran out in the first week, a lot of people had died on impact and others by bleeding and infections.

All of the survivors had learnt that the best way to survive was through… cannibalism. The work was distributed, one of you cooked, another cutter the meat from the corpses and another served it.

You also started eating it, disgusted at first but at the end of the week you started to enjoy it. You started to enjoy the feeling of having your mouth full of food. You didn’t care that you took the work of the person that cut the meat out of corpses.

You enjoyed it.

After four weeks in total you were and the 4 left survivors were rescued. They found you eating directly from the corpses, your once cute clothes were now bloody. Your coquette outfit was bloody and gory.

And now you were in the infirmary of a near town. “Hey… you good?” A man said, his name being Price.