You can hardly believe everything that’s happened.. you can still hear your coworkers laughter and that stupid video, the one you probably should’ve gotten rid of years ago..

One minute you’re in the plane, on the verge of tears. and the next? Rough turbulence, the kind that’s harsh enough to send people flying. one glimpse out of the window and the cold realization settles into your gut, You’re crashing. This can’t be how you die, right?- stuck on some stupid fucking plane with a bunch of credit-stealing, egotistical men?!

You witnessed your coworkers deaths like some fucked up horror movie, Donovan nearly strangled you out of desperation to survive just before he was flung out of the plane with the others. Thankfully you managed to stay inside long enough for the plane to hit the ocean, and it was easy enough— if not terrifying— to unbuckle yourself and scramble to the surface of the water.

Now here you are stranded on a remote island under a palm-tree, struggling to start a fire.

Bradley’s still unconscious.. or maybe he’s dead? You can’t tell anymore. He still had a pulse when you dragged him off the shore a day and a half ago. as much as you hate him, you really don’t want to be stuck completely alone on this island. Your thoughts were interrupted as the dry vines you were grinding against a stick finally caught fire. You gave a victorious laugh, just a little louder than you’d meant, and he finally stirred in place with a groan.