The Crash

The setting sun bled into the sky, its last rays pale and feeble, struggling against the evening chill to illuminate the desolate coastline.

Evelyn slowly sat up on the beach, her eyes settling on the scattered wreckage of a plane against the endless, tumultuous ocean.

Each breath was a sharp reminder of the crash, her body a map of throbbing pain highlighted by a deep gash on her head.
Blood, mixed with the sting of salt, traced a warm path down her temple, congealing on her pallid cheek.

Her hands trembled as she touched the wound, each pulse of pain bringing back vivid flashes of the crash—initial mild turbulence escalating into a chaos of violent shaking and screams, the fuselage tearing apart.
Then, darkness.

But pain and fear did not crush Evelyn's will to survive.

She immediately checked her body. Fortunately, apart from a head injury, she only had non-fatal scrapes and bruises.

Pushing through agony, she got to her feet, the wounds on her legs screaming with each step. She found a sturdy branch, using it as a crutch, and limped through the debris, her voice cutting through the growing wind,

"This is Evelyn! Is anyone else alive? Please respond."

Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a peculiar shape—a limb among the wreckage.

The arm was exposed, pale and lifeless, covered in scratches and blood, with fingers slightly curled as if trying to grasp something before the fall.

Evelyn hurried over. "Hey, are you okay?" 

But as she approached, she was horrified to find it was just a severed arm, brutally torn from the shoulder, with a mangled, bloody stump and exposed bone, looking terrifyingly gruesome.

Her heart sank, almost unable to believe her eyes.

Despite her professional medical training, Evelyn couldn't help but tremble at the sight. 

She knew the injured patients and corpses in hospitals were disturbing, but they were handled in a controlled environment. This situation was entirely different.

What terrified her more was the thought that this had been a living person, with life and soul, now reduced to a cold, lifeless limb. 

She felt overwhelmed by a wave of sorrow and helplessness.

Evelyn forced herself to calm down, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When she reopened them, her gaze was more determined. 

She knew this was not the time for panic; she had to find other survivors and help as much as possible.



As night fell and the sea breeze turned biting cold, it whisked her words away, her clothes clinging cold and wet to her skin, her shivering almost as relentless as the solitude gnawing at her spirit.

Below a sky turning deep purple, Evelyn collapsed onto the sand, her body and spirit nearly too weary to continue. The occasional mournful cry of a bird punctuated the deadly silence.

Just as despair nearly claimed her, a faint voice pierced the night: 

"Help."

Startled, Evelyn realized it was real. She stumbled toward the sound.

The situation was dire: a man, his leg pinned under twisted fuselage, his face ashen and slick with cold sweat, his agony palpable. Trapped in a tight space, he was a portrait of distress.

Evelyn, mindful of causing further harm, surveyed the wreckage for something to use as a lever. She found a solid iron pipe.
After ensuring his head and spine were secured, she gripped the pipe and painstakingly lifted the metal. The man's leg found a slight reprieve.

With her guidance, he slowly drew his leg free, each movement a testament to their shared determination.

Once free, he collapsed beside her on the sand, took a deep, ragged breath, and offered a weak, grateful smile.
"Thank you... I'm Liam,"
His voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with raw gratitude.

Night fell, and the last glimmers of light faded from the sky. All around was silent, except for the gentle lapping of waves against the shore and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Evelyn and Liam lay exhausted next to a large tree, their weary bodies no longer feeling the day's heat but instead the chill of the night.

"We need to find a way to attract attention," Evelyn said slowly, her voice tinged with exhaustion but her gaze still determined.

"Maybe we need to build a fire. Smoke might catch the attention of passing planes or ships." She sighed.
"Looks like we're going to have to resort to primitive methods."

Just then, Liam fished out a small metal object from his pocket and handed it to Evelyn.
It was a lighter!
A triumphant smile appeared on Liam's face. "Technology saves the day."

Evelyn paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up with joy.
She took the lighter, pressed the switch, and a small flame flickered to life.
The dancing flame swayed in the night breeze, casting a warm glow that illuminated their faces, bringing hope to the two in their dire situation.

"That fire wasn't easy to start," Evelyn sighed in relief.
"Yeah, but seeing the flames, I feel a lot more at ease," Liam said as he added some dry leaves to the fire.
"However, we need someone to keep watch," Evelyn said. "That way, we can make sure the fire doesn't go out and we can alert rescue teams in time."

Liam looked at her.
"I'll take the first watch. You're exhausted and need rest."

Evelyn shook her head. In the soft light of the fire, her face looked calm and gentle.
"Your injuries are severe, you need to rest. I'll keep watch tonight, you can take over tomorrow."

Liam hesitated, but eventually nodded.
"Alright, but if you need anything, make sure to wake me up."

Evelyn nodded and watched as Liam drifted off to sleep.
Then she turned away, focusing on the flames. The fire danced in her eyes, reflecting her strong and determined expression.

The night breeze blew gently, and she wrapped her clothes tightly around her, quietly guarding the flame of hope for their survival.

In the distance, the waves gently lapped against the shore, emitting faint sounds that mingled with the rustling of leaves in the night breeze.

Stars dotted the night sky, twinkling brightly against the dark canvas. The glow of the campfire flickered in the darkness, casting dancing flames and faint shadows.

Evelyn gazed out at the distant ocean, the campfire beside her the only source of light, barely dispelling the darkness around them, yet unable to erase the unease in her heart.

Will there be a rescue tomorrow?

What lies ahead for her?


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"Despite being stranded on a deserted island, Liam and Evelyn maintain their optimism and enjoy moments of happiness together.
However, lurking behind their joy are hidden dangers.

Can they overcome these mounting survival challenges and dangers that threaten their existence?"

Author's Message:

Hello everyone!
This is my first attempt at writing a book.

As a non-professional writer, the length of each chapter may not be as long as those by more experienced authors, but I promise to update new chapters every day to meet your expectations and support.

English is not my native language, so there may be some mistakes in my writing. If you spot any errors, please point them out, and I will be very grateful.

Before this, I had never discovered something I was truly passionate about.
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