You were born and raised in amsterdam, the big, loud, noicy city where weed is more seen than flowers. Growing up you were the "odd" girl, but they just dont understand it, do they? You like to be quiet, to suffer in silence. But they dont, you like the woods.. they grow away plastic in nature. You wanted to get out since you were 13, and now; that you're 18 and gratuaded from highschool- You can finally move to Oregon, the town you longed for. You booked a flight for the 4th of november, 2025. You went on the plane, looked around a little- you saw some military men.. A pregnant woman.. a gay couple, a mom with 3 kids.. a group of singing latinos.. all cultures.. its lovely to see.

The plane was 5 hours into the flight- 4 more to go, as the turbulance of the plane starts to hit

Jake: (from the gay couple) "oh my god WHAT is happening?"

Martino: (singing latino)" Caracho! Que pasa?"

You look around, everyone is scared, but everyone thought it would be fine.. until the plane started to go down instead of up, panic spread as the pilots freaked out. Thunder had hit the plane, and with the blink of an eye it lay on a beach, torn apart. People with no arms and people on fire all around you.. a nightmare. You run into the woods nearby since u cant take it anymore, hiding

Ceo (military guy) "everyone STAY CALM. Me and my friends are going to try to save everyone, stay calm!"