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Lost

Part 1

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The thunderous roar of the engines filled the cabin as the plane sliced through the stormy night sky, turbulence rocking passengers in their seats. Among the passengers was y/n, a nurse who had just finished a volunteer mission in Australia. She was exhausted but relieved to be heading back home to America.

The lights flickered on and off plunging the passengers into darkness, the only illumination came from the intermittent flashes of lightning outside, casting eerie shadows that danced across the faces of the passengers. She heard the pilot's voice crackling over the intercom, trying to provide false security.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are experiencing severe turbulence. Please fasten your seatbelts securely and prepare to use your airbags if necessary.”

Y/n could feel her heart racing as she looked out the window and saw flashes of lightning illuminating the dark sky. The plane shook violently, and she could hear passengers screaming and praying. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, passengers were thrown forward, and the oxygen masks dropped from the overhead compartments.

Quickly they followed the captain’s instructions, her fingers fumbling with the seatbelt as she struggled to secure it in place. Y/N closed her eyes, silently praying for the safety of everyone on board.

The plane suddenly dropped, causing Y/N to scream in terror. Beside her, the dark-skinned man and the blonde girl frantically buckled up, their previous argument halting as they hurriedly followed the pilot's orders.

Y/N clutched the armrest tightly, her knuckles turning pale as the turbulence intensified. Her heart raced as she peered out the window, rain streaking against the glass like tears of an ominous omen.

Beside her, the darker skinned man gripped her hand in silent solidarity, Y/N's breath caught in her throat as they caught eyes, his reflecting the same fear as the plane's descent grew steeper. “Hold on tight,” he murmured.

flight attendants hurried into their booths, their panicked movements a contrast to their previously composed demeanor. Luggage and loose papers flew around the cabin like confetti, the once orderly space now a scene of disarray as dropped lower from the sky towards the sand.

The captain's voice came over the intercom, but it was barely audible over the chaos.

“Brace for impact!” he shouted. Y/N's stomach dropped in unison with the plane as it began its rapid descent, her grip on the man’s palm tightening as if it were the only lifeline left. She stole a glance out the window once more.

Through the flashes of lightning, she watched in horror as the ground rushed up to meet them, a looming darkness swallowing the plane whole.

The plane crashed onto the shore of a beach in the middle of the storm. Y/N felt a jolt of pain as her head hit something hard, and then everything went black.

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Rain pelted Y/N's face as she slowly came to, disoriented. The thunderous roar of crashing waves mixed with screams and shouts of panic from fellow passengers. She was being violently shaken by a frantic man kneeling over her.

"Hey! Wake up! We need to get out of here!" he yelled over the storm, urgency in his deep voice. Blinking groggily, she struggled to make sense of her surroundings.

Her head throbbed, and her body ached as though it had been jolted awake from a deep slumber. As her vision focused, Y/N saw it was the dark-skinned stranger who had been seated next to her on the plane. Another crack of thunder boomed menacingly above them. Y/N scrambled to her feet, still dazed.

It was chaos all around as people fled the wreckage strewn across wet sand. The plane had crashed on a beach. Wind whipped Y/N's hair wildly as the man grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the swelling surf. Waves crashed violently against the shore, the tide coming in fast. They half-ran, half-stumbled through the downpour.

The rain poured relentlessly, drenching everything in sight, while the once serene beach now bore the scars of destruction. The wreckage of the plane lay sprawled in the sand, its metal frame twisted and broken, flames licking at its edges.

"Help me, please, help!" a man cried, his voice strained with fear. She looked through the running bodies and saw a passenger trapped in front of the whirring engine, flames dancing dangerously close. His desperate pleas for help echoed over the roar of the fire.

Ignoring her saviors’ protest, she sprinted back towards the burning wreckage, feeling the flames licking at her skin as she reached the trapped passenger.

“Oh fuck please miss, help me.” He cried out. With all her strength, she pulled at the debris pinning him down, the weight of it seeming insurmountable. But she refused to give up.

"Hey, you two!" Y/N called out, her voice cutting through the chaos. "I need your help!" The pair turned towards her, but Y/N wasted no time in explaining the situation. "I need you to hold this debris up while I pull this man out," she instructed firmly.

Without hesitation, the curly haired man guy and the blonde girl rushed to her side, their eyes widening in horror as they took in the scene before them. Together, they braced themselves against the weight of the wreckage, their muscles straining with effort.

She exerted every ounce of strength she possessed, pulling the trapped man to safety with a final, desperate heave. They collapsed onto the sand once more, exhausted but victorious. "Get him away from the engine!" Y/N shouted to the pair who had assisted her.

They both sprang into action, ushering the injured man away from the burning wreckage. His strong arms lifted heavy fragments of twisted metal and shards of fiberglass.

Y/N and the group struggled to catch their breath after pulling the man to safety, another cry pierced the air. Turning back, Y/N's attention was drawn to a young woman thrashing in the wet sand nearby. Rushing to her side, Y/N knelt down, concern etched into her features.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asked, her voice tinged with alarm.

The woman's face contorted in pain as she gasped for breath. "I'm having contractions," she managed to choke out between sobs.

Before she could formulate a plan, a deafening explosion rocked the beach behind her, sending shockwaves of heat and flames roaring into the sky. Instinctively, Y/N shielded the woman from the blast, her heart pounding in her chest as debris rained down around them.

"We need to get away from the wreck!" Y/N shouted over the dwindling thunder, her voice barely audible in the rain, she seized the young woman's hand, falling into step with her. Y/N scanned the beach for other survivors, her eyes locking onto those who still stood dazed and disoriented.

"Follow me!" she belted out. Behind her, a small group of survivors rallied, their footsteps pounding against the sand as they fled from the inferno that threatened to consume them.

The minutes dragged on, more survivors stumbled out of the wreckage to join the huddled group on the storm-battered beach. But many bodies lay motionless in the wet sand, lives lost in the violent crash.

Around her, the exhausted, shell-shocked survivors clung to each other silently. The initial shock had worn off, replaced by a sense of despair at the devastation. How many more would the merciless storm claim?

Y/N doubled over, catching her breath and taking stock of their dire situation. Other shocked survivors huddled nearby as lightning split the ink-black sky. She turned to the man who'd dragged her from the crash site.

"Thank you," she gasped over the gale. He gave a solemn nod.

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The rain subsided and the cool breeze of the beach returned, a sense of calm settled over the survivors gathered around the flickering log fire. The night sky stretched out above them, adorned with a blanket of twinkling stars.

Joining the small group by the fire, Y/N tossed a log into the flames, the crackling fire casting a warm glow over their faces. "It seems like we’re gonna be here a while," Y/N said, nodding thoughtfully.

"Let's break the ice a bit. I'm Y/N." Murphy stepped forward, his figure shrouded in the dim light of the flickering fire, a sense of mystery surrounded him. His hood obscured much of his face, leaving only his piercing eyes visible as he spoke.

"I'm John. John Murphy," he introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you, John," Y/N replied with a nod, offering a small smile of gratitude. She turned her attention to the others as they introduced themselves in turn.

"Murphy, Nate, Harper, and Monty," Y/N repeated, committing their names to memory. "Glad we're all in this together."

The group settled around the crackling fire, conversation flowed easily between them. Stories were shared, laughter rang out, and for a brief moment, they began to unwind. the tranquility was soon interrupted by a sudden crackling sound emanating from the woods leading off the beach. Y/N's instincts kicked in immediately, her senses sharpening as she rose from her seat.

"Excuse me for a moment," Y/N said, her voice carrying a note of caution as she made her way towards the source of the noise. With each step, the crackling grew louder, echoing through the trees like a foreboding warning.

"Did anyone see that?" the pregnant girl asked, her eyes wide as she glanced nervously back towards the darkness from which the sounds had emerged. y/n steps paused at the sound of the pregnant girl's voice from behind her, tinged with alarm.

The tall trees swayed more violently than before, not just with the wind, but as if something was moving through them. Then came the roars, deep and guttural, resonating from the darkness beyond.

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a raven-haired girl was screaming frantically for her boyfriend Lincoln. She pushed through the crowd of survivors, face streaked with tears.

Feeling compelled to help, Y/N stumbled out of the huddled group and approached the distraught girl. "Hey, what does he look like? I'll help you find him," Y/N offered gently.

The girl whipped around, eyes wild. "He's tall, tan skin, uhm he has a tattoo on his face," she sputtered out.

Y/N nodded, committing the details to memory. She placed a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder. "Okay, let's look around. He can't have gone far."

Together they searched the wreckage and clusters of people, calling Lincoln's name over the roar of the surf. The girl became more frantic with each passing minute.

Y/N tried to remain calm and focused, head on a swivel for the man described. Just as hope was fading, a figure emerged from the tangled plane cabin.

"Octavia!" came a relieved shout. The girl's head snapped up. "Lincoln!" She flew into the man's arms. Y/N exhaled, grateful she could help reunite them.

“Glad I could help! Get back to the camp” y/n suggested, shielding her eyes from the wind. The girl nodded thankfully, “Its Octavia by the way. Thank you for your help.” She concluded, before pulling her boyfriend along with her back to the group.

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