Survivor: the Darkness.

Book one

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1. [wednesday]
2. [Nytmare]
3. [Adorable Ducky]
4. [Morningstar Rising]
5. [battlefield]
6. [Analese Toupin]
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Chapter two: Enter the green.

[Nytmare]
Instinct, It's a funny thing, I mean yes, run and get away from danger, by all means run like a bat out of hell.
But where in the logic of instinct, If there is such a thing, does it tell you to grab the babe and run with her? That's not something that one should term instinct. Instinct doesn't involve thought process, survival of the species maybe, instinct? NO.
So how in hell does one still perform random acts of thought process once instinct has taken over?

Pounding flashes of pain seared through his head, his muscles ached, and he was not even moving yet. Andrew felt a hand shaking him softly.
"...you...right..ID....Andrew...up"
The world slowly started to make an impression on his senses again, He tried to open his eye's but groaned loudly instead.
"Oh good, you are awake." came a soft voice, " come on Andrew, Dont strain yourself."
He slowly opened his eyes, and when they managed to focus, they met with brown, bloodshot eyes and a small smile.
"Anybody manage to get the number of that freight train?" He rasped, and her smile grew a bit. 'yep now thats something i wouldn't mind waking up to again.' he thought
He tried to sit up but his muscles protested loudly.
"dont move yet, your muscles need to relax after being tense for so long." she said
"O.K. so while I wait, would you mind telling me what happened?" he asked.

[wednesday]
Her smile dissapeard and she shook her head. "I wish I could, only I dont remember. Its like my mind is a complete blank. The last thing I remember is sitting in my seat drinking strong cofee with....OH I still cant believe his dead! I wish I knew how all this happened!" 
Andrew could see her sorrow over this man she was with, but deep down, he couldnt help but feel a bit happy.
"Where are we?" He asked, trying to look around.
"We're sitting in a tree...somehow we landed in this tree, but most of the plane parts is down at the bottom. We should go down and look for more survivors."

[Adorable Ducky]
As soon as Andrew had the feeling back in all his body parts, he got up to accompany the woman.
"You seem to know my name but I don't know, or can't remember, yours."
"Layla. I don't believe I told you before. Sorry."
They began their search through the forest. After walking for about 2 minutes, they saw a body, dead. A few more minutes and there was another one, again dead. More and more of the bodies seemed to be developing out of the forest floor. At one body, Layla dropped to her knees. Andrew knew it had to be her companion. It hurt him to see her cry.
"I'll come back for you. I know you need your time." Andrew reluctantly said even though what he wanted to say was 'I'm still alive'. He only walked as far as he could go and still see her. As he went to sit down on a rock, he noticed movement.
"Where am I? Weren't you on a plane with me?" The rock asked. Andrew recognized the smell. He was sitting on the whale.

[Nytmare]
'Sweet Merlin, Jesus H Fuckin Christ!' Were the only two consise thoughts that flew though Andrew's mind as he jumped up, He moved at such a speed he looked like a blur, "ClusterFuck!" he blurted out once he was about 6 feet away and staring at the living waste of carbon that formed the globular mass that was the whale man.
"Andrew?" came a startled voice, He turned around and saw the puzzled expression on Layla's tear stained face.
"It's...um...Yea...I found a survivour!" He shouted back, "although I wish I hadn't found this particular one.' he deadpanned.
"Thats great!" she said as she slowly started making her way to him, 'No it's not' he thought.
"who is it? she asked, "Clusterfuck." he replied.
"What?" she asked looking even more puzzled.
"It's whale...er..hold on." he said while thinking that it wasn't such a good idea to insult a man big enough to crush you just by sitting on you.
he turned to face the fat factory, "er dude whats your name?' he asked.
"Nigel." he replied while trying to roll over so that he could get up.
"He say's his name is Nigel." he said to Layla who was coming over.
she loooked over and saw who it was and cringed a little, but Andrew saw it and met her eyes with a look that left no place for misinterpretation, he felt exactly the same way if not more.

[Analese Toupin]
"Er, Nigel, is it?" Layla began in a sugary voice. "Are you....feeling o.k.?"
"What? No, oh yes, no, I'm fine."
"Well, praise the Lord for that," Andrew said under his breath.
"What was that?" Nigel asked, pulling himself fully to his feet.
"Praise the Lord for that!" Andrew said in a very exagerated voice.
"I'm a Buddhist," Nigel commented.
"Oh."
Nigel turned away and began to walk along the shore, looking around as he went.
"He seems...friendly," Layla went on conversationally.
"Yeah, look, I forgot to ask you. How exactly did you know my name?"
"Oh, well," Layla turned a brilliant shade of pink that somehow made her more attractive. "Yes, well, I raided your wallet. In your pocket, you know."
"Oh."

[battlefield]
Feeling like she had invaded his privacy she replied, "Well i wasn't sure if you had any kind of medical condition and was just making sure you didn't need any medications or not"
Somewhat surprized at how much she must have really cared for his safety he sheepishly replied, "I actually do need medication, i am a diabetic, but my shots were in my carry-on bag....."
"I see, is there anything i can do for you?"
"Well i guess all we can do is follow the whal.....Nigel along the beach and look for anything we can find from the crash."

[Adorable Ducky]
Looking out on the water, Andrew couldn't see anything but broken plane parts bobbling above the waves and slowly pushing themselves upshore in the wake. He tried to piece the plane back together in his mind, maybe then he could have an idea what happened.
They were the only 3 survivors, no pilots or stuardesses left to tell them what to do in case of an emergency. "Wow, they were a lot of help." Andrew thought to himself.
Nigel was a few feet ahead of Layla, and Layla a few feet ahead of Andrew. After walking what Andrew thought had been at least 10 miles, Nigel called back to them in a very hurried and excited voice. He had found the radio, still seemingly attached and, in their dilusional state, seemingly useable.
"SHIT!" Andrew yelled after he touched tow wires together, trying his hardest to make it work. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that." He looked at Layla and wondered why he had appologized to this girl for one little word. Either he was in love or in serious need of food and sleep.

[Analese Toupin]
Layla shrugged it off in a casual manor, and turned her attention to the bigger problem at hand: the radio. "D'you think you can fix it?" she questioned imploringly.
"Er..." Andrew turned to Nigel the Whale, who shrugged back at him. "I was never very good at these technical sh-stuff."
"Well," Layla took it off his hands, and as she touched him, a distinct pink creeped up his neck, "My older brother worked at a Radio Shack once, so I suppose I'm the most qualified." She shook her head in a hopeless sort of way and a tear ran down her cheek. She wiped it away solemnly. "I'm sorry, Kyle, my boyfriend, he handled this sort of thing. I broke this CD player once and...oh, never mind, I'm rambling now."
Andrew didn't know how to respond to this. He fumbled with his jacket zipper for a moment. He noticed Layla had still referred to Kyle as her boyfriend. Not her dead boyfriend, her deceased boyfriend, her once living boyfriend, her now unable for any kissing boyfriend. Nothing.

[Morningstar Rising] After searching the shoreline for what seemed hours, they found some packaged goods, five lighters ( but only two of them worked), a flashlight with no batteries, and a cell phone (which was also dead). Turning Nigal looks up and down the shoreline, the look on his face is one of sorrow. 'Did I do this?', he askes himself. 'Did I kill all these people just to be free?' He shakes his head, clearing it of the deadly thoughts that keep attacking his conscious .
   Looking over at the stick ( his personal name for Andrew), he wonders if he can trust the man. The woman seems nice enough, but she too has showen her dislike for him. 'Let them think that I don't know what they are thinking, it will be better that way for now.' He watches them talk to one another as they sit down, tired from the search. When they are not looking his way, Nigel reaches out and pulls out a black case out of thin air. Suddenly he shouts, as he runs towards them (well not really run, cause the bulk he as choosen to hide under can not move so fast). Andrew jumps up afraid that the whale will trample them, and gets the surprise of his life. There in the whale's, dirty crusty hands was his med bag.