I was on a plane to New York to visit my family on a New Year's Eve. It was a lovely flight with exellent service. The passangers on board were rather friendly as well. A stranger stuck a conversation with me.
"So, where might you be going on a New Year's eve?" He inquired. "I'm visiting my family for a new year reunion'" I replied.
"Ah...i thought you were..." Before the man could finish his sentence, the plane started shaking violently. The atmosphere changed, the lights were flickering and screams filled the plane. Suddenly, i felt the plane plunge downwards. Grabbing hard on the seat in front of me, i held on to my dear life.
Opening my eyes, i saw many orange glowing lights, as my vision got clearer, the orange glows became a clear large fire around the plane. I grabbed my haversack and dashed out of the vehicle as fast as i could, fearing that it may explode. Surrounding the plane were trees spread kilometres away, there was no building in sight. I was lucky enough to find a survivor group adventuring out in the forrest not far from the wreckage. After travelling for what felt like a thousand miles, everyone was exhausted. The leader of the group instructed all of us to take out some food to share with the group. Reaching into my haversack, i pulled out a packet of biscuits. There was this one man who had nothing to share. The group leader felt that the man was a burden to the group and wanted to get rid of him. He picked up a large and heavy branch from the ground and slanmed it onto the man's leg. 'Crack' A large sound came from his leg, followed by a piercing scream. I was paralyzed in fear. "Why did you do that?" I asked hesitantly. "He has nothing to share! If he keeps depending on us to survive we will all die! He is a parasite!" The leader replied snobbishly with a sinister look in his face. I was afraid, this people were the people that could keep me alive, but they might do the same thing they did to the man to me. After much hesitation, i started running away from the group, abandoning them. I felt that i would have a better chance living on my own. It wad one of the hardest choices i had to make.
After several days of walking, i ran out of food and water. I was famished, as i staggered through the forrest clutching my stomach, i heard the most beautiful sound ever! The sound of flowing water never sounded so heavenly. I dashed towards the sound and there it was. The most beautiful river i had ever seen. As i drank from it, i felt so relieved. Things got better as i looked up. I saw a cottage sitting in the far distance. I ran towards it enthusaistically, its windows wide ajar, i could see its inhabitants, a cheerful old couple were having their dinner. I went inside for help, and they were more then happy to help me. They offered me some food before sending me to the city by car.
Heeding my fathers advice, i made the right choice in abandoning the group. I turned out to be the only survivor from the crash and the group was never found. If i had followed the group, i would definately not have survived.
