"Is he still alive?" she said.
"Of course he is stupid!" another woman responded.
"Let's roll him over." another woman exclaimed.
"What the hell will that do?" he heard another.
He tried to open his eyes to asses the situation, but when he did all he could make out were dark and light spots; then just darkness.
He awoke and threw himself forward gasping for air in an unfamiliar location. In front of him was a rock wall, to his right a boulder with some empty water bottles and a book spread eagle with the pages down. The cover said "Eva Thomas: The Bride in Disguise", it was red flames with a shadow that outlined a woman's face.
There was light coming in from above and another area in front of him off to the left. He heard water, loud water as if it were somewhere inside this place. He looked at what he was lying on; it was a layer of grass with some type of wood under it. He swung his legs to his left and started to stand when he felt incredibly dizzy. He reached out and stabilized himself on the bed, then took a few deep breaths and tried again to stand.
He realized he didn't have any shoes or socks on when his feet touched the sand. It felt cold and damp and squished between his toes. He lifted himself off the make shift bed and grabbed a nearby wall to help keep him from loosing a battle with gravity. He walked toward the light on his left, he knew now that he was in some kind of cave; but he didn't know why or how he had gotten here.
He stood in opening of the cave and looked into the deepest forest he had ever seen. There was a 20 foot clearing right in front of the cave entrance, at 25 feet you could be swallowed in a river of trees.
"Hey sleepyhead, you shouldn't be out of bed!" a woman called. "Let me at least let the doc know your up."
He looked to his left and saw a woman at the beginning of a path. She turned and started running back down before he could see what she looked like. He leaned up against the entrance and tried to recount what had happened and how he might have found himself here.
He remembered being in the air... and then it all came back.
"Mayday Mayday!!! This is Two Sierra we have lost both engines!!" He screamed into his radio.
"Jim! Jim! The radio is dead from that last strike!! We have to set down some place!" his co-pilot said.
"Where the fuck do you want me to set down Ray? The middle of the fuckin' ocean?" He screamed back.
"There's an island about 65 miles ahead, I've made this run before! We can make it if we can get close enough!" Ray shouted back.
He didn't have much of a choice the plane was falling apart and out of the sky. He took off his head set and grabbed the controls with both hands. Another flash of lightning, he heard a pop from behind him and everything started to go black.
"Jim! Jim! J..i.."
"Take it easy Captain!" a woman said. "With a bump on the head like that, you need to save your energy. We don't want you to slip into a coma." She said.
He looked towards the path to see a dark haired woman approaching him. She could have been in her late twenties, about 120 pounds, dressed in shorts and a tank top.
"Have a seat and let me look at that wound." She said.
He lowered himself to the ground with the help of the wall that had been supporting him. She came up and squatted down, pushed his head down and said "Well it's gonna be a nice bump for a while, but it looks like your going to be just fine.. Probably have one hell of a headache for a day or two."
"Who are you?" he said.
"Sorry, I forgot we haven't met yet. I'm Sally, Sally Len. I was one of the passengers on the flight that brought us to this wonderful island." She said.
"Aren't you a little young to be a doctor?" He said
"Well, your more than welcome to get a second opinion! I think the nearest clinic is about a thousand miles away though." She snapped.
"Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I just ..." He started.
"Don't worry about it. I would ask for a second opinion too. I'm really only a lab technician, I just know more about being a doctor than anyone else here." She said.
"How long have we been here?" He said.
"It's been about a week now. We didn't think you were going to wake up, I'm glad you did." Sally said with a smile.
"Me too. How many other survived?" Jim said.
"Oh, almost everyone. Out of the 30 people we are only down to 27. I'm sorry to say, but it was mostly the crew. Ray the Co-Pilot, Jen the stewardess, and Max a passenger. Ray and Jen did everything they could to get us here, Max died from injuries once we got here." Sally said grimly.
"Look, I have to get back down to the beach. When your ready, just follow this trail; it'll take you right to us. I also left you a walking stick inside, just in case you woke up and nobody was here if you did wake up. If you want to go back in and rest up that's fine too, you need it, but since I'm not really a doctor." She smiled and stood up.
"If you don't come down I'll come back and bring you some food in about an hour; just don't expect steak and lobster." Sally said as she started back down the path.
He leaned forward and put his face in his hands. "Pull yourself together man!" he thought. Ray had been his co-pilot on his last three jumps, and now he was dead. He kept trying to piece together what had happened, but it was no use; his mind was processing too much right now.
"Finally awake I see." A voice came from his right.
He pulled his hands from his face and looked toward the voice. She looked like she was eighteen, 5'3" with slightly curly dark hair, her tan skin covered by blue bikini top that was slightly too small for her and jeans that had been cutoff at the upper thigh and no shoes.
"Don't worry, I won't bite; unless you want me too." She giggled.
"I'm Rachel, you must be Jim." She said.
