Our Nightmare to Guatemala

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Dearest Journal, We have been lost to the world. As I stated in my previous entry, Corban, Drew, Abi, Hannah, Samii, and I were on our way to Guatemala for spring break. Today everything was going so well then the Seneca started to dive. The engine had failed and the sickening knowing that we were going to crash hit hard. We broke through the low cloud cover and instead of seeing water we hurtled toward an island. The last thing I remember happening before we hit was the trees breaking the wings off and something hitting my head. When I came to, everyone seemed ok. Abi had staggered toward a stream washing blood off of her arms and face. Hannah and Samii were by the tail section holding each other, stunned. Neither one of them look injured except for some minor scraps and bruises. I turned toward the front of the plane. The pilot hung limply through the smashed windshield with a branch through his chest. Drew sat next to him unharmed. I looked around; Corban was hanging from a tree trying to steady himself with his hands. He was about five or six feet off the ground and hung by his right leg trapped in various vines and foliage. White bone stuck through his pants, and dripped blood. He had other obvious various lacerations. We had to get him out of the tree. I went over to make sure he was conscious. I called everyone else to me, “Alright everyone, the pilot is dead. I need everyone to asses themselves, and make sure that you have no major unknown injuries,” We all started to slow move and feel our arms and legs. It seemed like no one except Corban had any major injuries. “Alright, I am glad everyone is ok for the most part. We must get Corban out of the tree or he will die. We must be careful and steady. Does anyone have any id... ... middle of paper ... ...nk about that. I must focus on surviving. Abi and Drew found a small pool of fresh water. I think I will go for a swim. It will be refreshing and soothing. Day7 Journal, pray that a rescue comes soon. We are all starting to slowly lose it. Abi keeps coming and going murmuring something about rescue and needing coffee. Samii is recovering from a twisted ankle and just sits there wide-eyed and every so often whipping her head around hear some invisible incoherent sound. Drew just sits here smiling and then he gets up and walks into the forest and comes back with an even bigger grin on his face. He is scaring me. Then I am being oppressed by an unseen force of depression, responsibility, and desire. All I want is to go home. Is that too much to ask for Journal? The sun sets on yet another day. How did Gilligan survive on that Island for so long? Good night journal.

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