SweaterJane
I am okay with being okay.
It started out as a normal Tuesday evening in O. R. Tambo International Airport on July 2nd, 2015. Your flight from Johannesburg, South Africa to Managua, Nicaragua was scheduled within the hour and as you pass the faces you will unknowingly rely on within a few hours, you make your way to board the aircraft.
It was a smooth journey for the most part. Mild turbulence, but otherwise enjoyable. That was all until the event that will change your entire life took place. It started with the seat-belt signal light turning on, the flight attendants buckling themselves in and then, the most dreaded announcement anyone on a plane could imagine.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please brace for impact. God be with you.".
Now somewhere on an unknown island, a crew of survivors must figure out how to survive through the hardships they will be faced with. To make it harder, the plane has split in two pieces. The front of the plane crashed somewhere in the jungle somewhere close to the mountains, the other, at the jungle edge on a sandy beach. Not only are the survivors in shock, but now separated into two groups with the only hope of communication to the outside world at the front of the plane. Do you plan on merely surviving, or are your efforts to be directed towards getting us all off this god forsaken place?
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