Lost World
A long air travel, takes a turn for the worst. A plane crashes, at least safely, into an island far far away. A huge group of strangers must now stick together, to live!
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“It could have crashed for any number of reasons” Ludwig told her. He watched the guy hitting the ground then the tree and he hurried over to see if he was alright.
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-I remain silent as I lay there unconscious-
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Lomion watched silently, and then had second thoughts, maybe he should turn and run-one of his most natural instincts. But  he stood and walked to the boy and knelt down next to the group of people, he felt his pulse, which was normal, then he brushed away the boys hair, examining his head, “He probably has a concussion,” He wiped the sweat from his brow and tore off his shirt and tucked it in his belt. He hoisted the boy over his back with a grunt and set him down partially in the water, he gently splashed it on the boy, cooling him and attempting  to wake him up. He parted the boys eyelids, he had a pupil response, but it took a bit longer than normal. He scowled and splashed more water on him. Then he dunked his shirt in the water and pressed it against the boys head. Lomions shirtless body was sweaty and his muscles were tense, scars covered his back and other comforting signs of beatings.
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-I wake up and slowly open my eyes seeing the shirtless boy as I say softly-“please tell me you didn’t perform mouth to mouth or anything else that involves you touching me.” -I say as I feel my head and feel his shirt and I look at the boy closer and see hes shirtless as I look at the other two people and at the guy and sigh handing his wet shirt back to him and I stand up and walk off but before i get away from them I stop and say- “thanks for helping me and all but don’t expect me to always return a helping hand, I don’t wish anyone to grow a attachment towards me and I don’t want to be attached to anyone in case they die so ill be on my way and if you see me and I end up helping never tell me thanks.” -I disappear in the woods alone-
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Lomion growled, “Believe me, I dont want your help, I dont want any of your help, I just want to get out of this pit.” He took his shirt kind of aggressively and stalked away, holding his gut, His Lymes was acting up. His head throbbed and his stomach hurt terribly.
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“Ve vill all die on zis island if ve can’t vork togezer” he said as he watched the two men walk in different directions. ‘Apparently they’ve never read a survival manual’ he thoughts with a sigh and shake of his head as he went back to the wreak to see if he could salvage anything from it, there was a lot of work to do before nightfall.
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Irja sits on the ground, “I’m stressed out.” She rubbed her head, “My head hurts too.”
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-I walk on the ground silently as i walk past a girl rubbing her head as my hood is up and i look like a person straight out of assassins creed-
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Lomion snorted and raised his head, looking like a lion sniffing out it’s prey, “yeah, I’m not good with socializing.” He continued to stomp away, mad at the German scum.
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Irja looks at him, she stares for a bit. Irja looks away, she rubs her arm, “What a day.” She mummbles.
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-I stop and look at the girl as I tell her turning my back towards her- “If your looking for other survivors they are that way near the plane crash and if your looking for help ill help but not for long.” -I say pointing towards the crash and now looking at her-
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Irja sighed, she got up slowly, “I think I’m alright.”
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-I nod and walk off- “good luck to you.” -I say before disappearing in a bushy area-
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Sky stands there taking everything in and looking at all the survivors.
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Lomion lets out a growl, feeling unwanted, as usual.