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Realistic or Modern Falling from the sky

"M-mum? Dad?" He whimpers, rubbing his eyes. He heard gunshots, and almost jumps out of his skin, before moving closer to his parents. He shook his fathers shoulder. "Please wake up. Please." His voice was desperate, and he shook him further. Then, he felt for a pulse, he had to confirm it. Nothing. No pulse, for either of them. He felt so sick, and he pushed his his hair out of his eyes as he felt tears run out of his eyes and down his face. "Shit shit shit... Please don't... I don't..." He took a few deep breaths, until he heard a voice claiming someone was trying to kill them. He whipped his head around, unsure of what to do. He didn't want to leave his parents but he had to, he couldn't just stay with them forever. After a moments more of hesitation, he grabbed his backpack from next to his dead mothers feet, looked down at them one last time, then walked back in the direction of the girl, tears still rolling down his face.
 
Rhett paused at the sound of gunshots. He felt paralyzed. He didn't want to move. He Couldn't move.
 
"Aha!" Brendan shouted, grabbing ammo and reloading his gun. He started running to where the gunshots were, and noticed that someone, the pilot, was there. "Go back!" he shouted, also shooting. Machine guns, crap,[/i2 he thought, shooting. These gun shots would be louder to the people on the plane, because he was closer.


I am a dolphin.



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With hesitation, Daniella left her sister, and continued out of the plane. "Is anyone there? Can someone please help me? Please!" Daniella screamed. She stood on her tiptoes, as standing at 5'1 didn't really help her at this point. Of all the things to happen, why this? "Someone, anyone, just please help!" she wailed. "My sisters are dead!" The tears came flowing back, slowly rolling down her cheeks and onto her neck and collarbone. "Help!"​
 
Brendan ran to the man who said help. Well, he was actually behind his attacker. In one swift motion, he knocked the man with the knife on the ground and shot him, picking up the knife. "Don't worry," he muttered.


I am a dolphin.


Also, sent from Atlantis using a shellphone.
 
He wiped the tears away from his face again, and followed the sounds of the girls yelling, trying to ignore the gunfire that seemed ever closer. He was terrified, in honesty, but he had to get his act together and find her. She needed help just like he did. He had a plan in his mind, he would find her, and then they would find the others. And if there were no others? Well, there had to be. As he walked he looked down at his shirt, seeing the blood now trailing onto his leg. He stopped for a moment and pulled off his shirt, wrapping it around his waist like a bandage, then pulled his jacket on over his chest, zipping it up. He then continued walking, and eventually, Thomas found her. "Hey!" He yelled, his British accent heavy, "Girl!" He felt a little guilty just calling her girl, but what else would he call her.
 
Rhett pulled himself to his feet. He screamed in pain and slowly walked out of the plane. Rhett Surveyed the surrounding damage, he walked to a nearby tree where he sat himself down. He pulled out his wallet and looked at the picture. He felt tears slowly stream down his cheeks. He could't hold it back. He began crying at the thought of her being gone. When they got back to Dallas he was planning to propose to her. He slowly pulled out the wedding ring that had been shaped like a heart in a special request.
 
Brendan strolled over, his gun still in his hand. He noticed a girl crying over some dead bodies. "Those your sisters?" he asked her, leaning against the seat. There was a deep gash on his cheek, and it was still bleeding, but not as much.


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I am a dolphin.


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Gordon fired his pistol, and the man fell to the ground. My god, Gordon thought, I've killed someone...


 
The next thing he knew, Gordon was on his knees, cursing the people, cursing the plane, cursing everyone.
 



The relief flooded through her body when Daniella heard the sound of a foreign accent. Someone else had survived! Other than the person responsible for the gunshots. "Over here!" Daniella called out to the male voice frantically. Everyone seemed to be dead, except for the two of them. Daniella wanted to cry so badly, but she knew better of it. Crying wouldn't get her anywhere now.​
 
Thomas scrambled over to her, until he was stood in front of her, he wiped the tears and blood away from his face and looked at her. He didn't smile, or greet her, or anything that could be considered casual conversation. This was no time for that, for fun and games or anything remotely childish. "You okay? You're not hurt or anything?" He asks her, looking her over and shifting the weight of his torn backpack onto one shoulder. He thought back to his own wound and wondered if it would get infected before help was sent.
 



''N-no no I'm fine, my sisters they're gone." Daniella said between sobs. "Where is your family? Are they alive?" Her eyes hovered down to the wound on the boy's side. "You're hurt. Do you need help? Are you alright?" The questions must have been overwhelming, especially for someone who had just survived a plane crash, but Daniella was anxious. She need info. He looked worse off than Daniella was, however, and she was surprised he wasn't as much of an emotional mess as she was.​
 
Brendan walked towards the two young people. He kneeled down and put his gun in the strap of his backpack. "Are you two okay? Wounds? Headache? Anxiety?" he asked, worried. He needed to know. "Your family? Is this them?" he asked the girl, worried.


I am a dolphin.


Also, sent from Atlantis using a shellphone.
 
"T-They didn't make it." He says quickly, not wanting to stay on that subject for too long. He wipes another escaping tear from his eye and sniffles, "And no I- No I should be fine. I think. I just need to look at it properly but I don't think there's time, some people are firing guns and-" he stops for a moment, "we ought to find other people, I think. Make sure they're okay, but... People are killing people in there." When the new guy came over to them and asked about wounds Thomas unzipped his jacket and showed him the makeshift bandage he had made, only to see that it was now completely covered in blood. He gulped. He wouldn't bleed out, right?
 
Rhett put the ring back in his shirt pocket and stood himself up. Where did he go? Was he supposed to do something? He wandered in circles Trying to find something productive to do which is when he saw he captin. He rushed over as quickly as he could (Which wasnt very fast with his injured leg). "What the hell happend?
 
Stacy groaned.


"Augh....the heck happened?" She muttered to herself as the black dots faded and she could see. Her eyes widened as she saw the mess. "Fu-" She curse as she felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder. She layed back down easing the pain. "Damn..... b...bren?" She looked around for her older brother. She twitched as she took a breath the stood up unsteadly. "Bren! You there!? " She shouted her voice horse. Stacy looked uneasily at the messed up plane her vision was blurry at the moment. "Damn....where is every......one" Stacy screamed when she saw the dead bodies.
 



Daniella gave a glance to the newcomer, almost of confirmation, but nothing more before her eyes turned back to the boy. "Are you sure?" She asked again, walking a bit closer. She peered down at the wound worriedly, then met his gaze again. "That's a lot of blood." Daniella bit her lip. "But I guess we have to find shelter or something first. And get away from whoever is after us."​
 
Brendan raised his head up and ran over to the voice. "Stacy?" he shouted, looking around. He then saw her, and hugged her. "Thank God your alive," he told her, happily. Thank god she's alive. Thank god, he thought, letting go.


I am a dolphin.


Also, sent from Atlantis using a shellphone.
 
Stacy flinched in pain when brendan came into contact with her left shoulder. "O-ow!" She turned her head and now that her vision was clear she saw the red stain on her shoulder. She frowned and she looked around hugging her brother with her good arm. "Bren. What's going on?"
 

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