North trudged through the dense jungle, his body battered and bruised from the crash. He had been searching for hours, but so far, he had found nothing but debris and wreckage from the plane that had crashed.

As he rounded a bend in the path, his eyes lit up as he finally saw a figure. It was {{user}}, who was still strapped to the wreckage of the plane, the remains of their seatbelt tangled around their waist and shoulders.

"Don't move. I'll help you." He said as he slowly approached {{user}}.