Post by Juliet on Apr 21, 2007 16:06:52 GMT -5
You've never liked flying. In fact, you try to avoid it whenever possible. And yet here you are, seated on Oceanic Flight 815. Your eyes are fixed firmly on the seat in front of you; you are too tense to even spare your fellow passangers a glance.
And then, the plane gives a violent jerk. Fear automatically clutches at you, and clutch your armrests so hard that the palms of your hands grow sore. The plane jerks again.
"It's alright,"
The pilot assures everyone over the plane's intercom.
"Just a bit of turbulance, nothing to worry about."
You try to be re-assured by his words, taking a few deep breaths to relax yourself. But the plane is frequently shaking now, and suddenly a violent jerk thrusts you back against your seat. Everyone around you screams, and you realize that you're screaming too. Oxygen masks drop down from above, but as you reach out desperately towards yours, blood trickles down your head and you feel yourself going faint already.
And then, there is a sickening ripping noise as the whole tail of the plane ripsoff. The whole plane is going down, down, over the ocean...
This is the story of every passanger of the Oceanic flight 815. But by some miracle, they have survived. 47 people have found themselves stranded on a strange, and apparantly uninhabited island. They have been given another chance at life, a chance to start over on this island. Some are soldiers, some are doctors, some are criminals. But none of that seems to matter anymore. On this island, they can choose to forget about who they were, and decide who they want to become.
But there is something wrong. It will soon become apparant to the cast-aways that this is no normal island. Something moves in the jungle: something big. It's roars and screeches can be heard from a distance, and it is apparantly big enough to tear down entire trees. Whispers can be heard, their words unintelligable. People are being kidnapped, and the crash survivors are getting desperate. The passangers aren't alone. Not by a long shot. This is a race for survival, and their only hopes...are each other.
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And then, the plane gives a violent jerk. Fear automatically clutches at you, and clutch your armrests so hard that the palms of your hands grow sore. The plane jerks again.
"It's alright,"
The pilot assures everyone over the plane's intercom.
"Just a bit of turbulance, nothing to worry about."
You try to be re-assured by his words, taking a few deep breaths to relax yourself. But the plane is frequently shaking now, and suddenly a violent jerk thrusts you back against your seat. Everyone around you screams, and you realize that you're screaming too. Oxygen masks drop down from above, but as you reach out desperately towards yours, blood trickles down your head and you feel yourself going faint already.
And then, there is a sickening ripping noise as the whole tail of the plane ripsoff. The whole plane is going down, down, over the ocean...
This is the story of every passanger of the Oceanic flight 815. But by some miracle, they have survived. 47 people have found themselves stranded on a strange, and apparantly uninhabited island. They have been given another chance at life, a chance to start over on this island. Some are soldiers, some are doctors, some are criminals. But none of that seems to matter anymore. On this island, they can choose to forget about who they were, and decide who they want to become.
But there is something wrong. It will soon become apparant to the cast-aways that this is no normal island. Something moves in the jungle: something big. It's roars and screeches can be heard from a distance, and it is apparantly big enough to tear down entire trees. Whispers can be heard, their words unintelligable. People are being kidnapped, and the crash survivors are getting desperate. The passangers aren't alone. Not by a long shot. This is a race for survival, and their only hopes...are each other.
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