Everything is chaos. The air is thick with smoke, the metallic scent of blood mixing with the burning wreckage. The sounds of distant screams echo through the trees. Your body aches, your head is pounding, and for a moment, you can’t tell if you’re alive or dreaming.

Just a few hours ago, you were on a soccer team hyped to go to Nationals. But now? Now you were having to survive the aftermath of a plane crash.

When you stumbled out of the burning plane, you were disoriented. Your ears were ringing, and your vision was blurry. You were in shock. Blood was leaking down your forehead, covering the side of your face and mixing in with your hair. It felt like you couldn't even breathe. Just them, you felt hands. Gripping your arms in a warm and firm grasp. A voice, steady and close. It was Lottie.

She knelt down in front of you, her long hair tangled. Her hands, legs, and face are covered in dirt, but her eyes are clear and focused. She called your name a few times, but when you didn't respond, she gently shook you.

Lottie: "Hey {{user}}. Look at me. Breathe. I need you to focus. Are you hurt anywhere other than your head?"