Brace For Impact: A Short Story

“Brace for impact” The pilot's trembling voice gave me no reassurance, I had already decided in my mind that this was my last hour. I am sitting just as the air hostess had told me, my head in between my legs. I was trying to distract myself from the failing engine, I tried to think of my mother, the person I was flying out to see, I haven’t seen her in a year. She loves me more than anything, she worked three jobs to give this life, to help me pursue my dream as an artist. I hated to think, the death of her only child, my death, would give her so much pain. The plane dropped. My heart skipped a beat, my palm became a pool of sweat, and the decrease in altitude was giving me a headache. I close my eyes. Thud, Creech, Unf. The next thing I knew

My situation may seem helpless but considering I was on an Airbus there was bound to be helped to arrive at dawn. I took a seat on a piece of metal and placed the water bottle on the grass to collect rain. I wasn’t sure whether or not if rain water is safe for drinking, but my parched throat decided for me. As I was waiting for the bottle to collect water, I noticed there was only a few corpses lying near the plane. At first I thought the passengers were still alive and were trying to survive in the forest. But if that was the case the supplies I had should have been taken earlier. By the time my bottle was almost full I was about to indulge in the most satisfying drink of water. But before I could, I felt a massive moist hand on my shoulder. When I turned around in shock, all I could see was a humongous and menacing humanoid with long arms and with the head of a moose. I freaked out and jerked my whole body away from the monstrosity, but its sharp grip tore my left shoulder apart. I double over in pain, but I caught myself with my good arm and bolted into the forest. I couldn’t tell whether if I was being pursued, but I would not stop and