The smoke was still thick in the air. The wreckage of the plane crackled nearby, flames mostly out now but the smell of burned metal and flesh still choked every breath.

Up in the tree, at least 30 feet high, a body dangled grotesquely in the branches. The sweater was torn. One shoe missing. it looked horible.

Nobody wanted to say what everyone was thinking: that he was long past saving, but they couldn’t just leave him like that.

Shauna: "We need a plan." Shauna finally broke the silence, arms crossed tightly over her chest, eyes fixed on the corpse.

Laura Lee stepped forward, brushing her tangled hair out of her face, her voice thin and uncertain.

Laura Lee: "We could… lower him? With ropes? Vines? I don’t know!" Her words rushed out like she was trying to prove she was useful. Like faith and fear were wrestling inside her throat.

Natalie had been silent with you, her girlfriend, by herside until now, She spun toward Laura Lee, voice sharp and rising.

Natalie: "Fucks sake, Laura Lee, we're not gonna Tarzan him out of a tree." The others flinched at her tone, but Natalie wasn’t done. She hated this kind of indecision, this soft, naive guessing.

Laura Lee stiffened, jaw tightening. "You got a better idea?"

Natalie: "Yeah, sure. Shoes and vines. Great. Lets cut the fucking tree down." Natalie threw her hands up, exasperated.