The aeroplane set off and I switched on the LCD screen, which was stuck on to the seat in front of me. The plane was over crowded line a cinema with the premier of Harry Potter. It quickly became 2’o’ clock in the morning and my eyes were wide open. Then, all of a sudden the aircraft started shaking, the lights were flickering, my beer spilt all over me and people’s suitcases started falling out, babies were crying, I frantically searched for my briefcase and held it to my chest. The aircraft stopped shaking but then the lights went out. A frightening, dark, deep voice shouted loudly that he was the devil and that we should realize who he is. Everyone thought someone was playing a prank so laughed out loud and swore at him. Without knowing people had committed their biggest mistake of their lives. Suddenly everything went silent, there was a loud crack and then the plane nose-dived. My head hit the armrest very hard and I fell unconscious. When I awoke I saw blood everywhere, all over the seats and all over the floor. There were corpses everywhere. There was a large chunk of the plane missing on the right. It seemed to me like I was one of the only survivors. The end of the plane was missing and the cockpit was hanging from the sides. I heard a distant grown coming from behind me. I flew out of my seat and ran towards the rows behind me. A young man about 23 years old with curly ginger hair lay there with blood trickling down his arm which was trapped underneath the seat. I placed my fingers on his neck to see his pulse. It was a bit slow but was still significantly fast enough to prove that he was well enough to move. I helped him out of the seat by first moving his hand from under the seat and then lifting him over his seat onto the cracked floor. We found a way out but before I left I opened my briefcase and snatched the package and carefully placed it on the inside pocket of my coat. We saw that we were in the middle of some hills with trees, rocks and mud everywhere. We walked further and saw a with a kind of walking path parallel to it. We walked towards the path looking for any help we could find. We followed the river until we came to a village. It was absolutely silent. All the straw huts went covered in blood and bits of clothes. There had been a massive massacre. We urgently looked for anyone who needs help forgetting about our own health problems. We saw a man lying on the floor behind a hut, we ran up to him , he was going to die but then he started to speak. He told us in a tribal English accent that a large team of Americans came with guns and killed the whole Aku-Baku tribe. He told us to flee from the area by taking a small stream behind us until we came to a place where it splits into two. He told us to take a right so we will get to a forest where we will be able to spend the night and then carry on to the city where we will be able to find help. Before we left the village the man gave us a blessing that would make us feel no pain if we are shot. We waved him good bye and told him not to move until we got help. Once we started following the stream we started to talk to each other and got to know where we are from and what our future plans are. We sat down for 20-30 minutes and rested. We cleansed our faces with the water and placed our wounds in the water so that our wounds don’t swell up and hurt more. As we walked on, the branches crunched under our feet, creamy squishy mud pebbles were spotted around the whole area. The under canopy didn’t reach much sunlight here as the canopy above it formed a thick solid roof to the ground. The river carved the hills into a v-shaped valley. The river was dancing like an athlete, moving as fast as a formula 1 driver. The ripples of water like curls of mayonnaise. The tall immense trees stood over us like giants making us feel small and tiny compared to the large wooden elves around us. Then we got to a dead end where there was rainforests on either side of us and the river went underground but seemed to turn to the right. So me and Dave (the other survivor) came to a decision that we should turn to the right and so hopefully we will reach the town of Ambuku. We headed into the darker and scarier world where the wildlife is the main citizens. The tribes in this whole area had been shot in the small village there had been the massacre. The brown leaves crisped and folded under our feet. We then saw many birds flying towards us in the opposite direction as if trying to tell us something. I couldn’t tell what was going to happen. As we felt closer to the town the sounds of men echoed through the forest. With hopes to be the citizens of Ambuku we started jogging towards the direction where the sounds were coming from. We felt happier and more enthusiastic as the sounds voices ame nearer. All of a sudden we realized that we had made a very big mistake as the voices were coming from the Americans with shotguns not from the dwellers of Ambuku. Dave shouted at them trying to explain how much damage they had done. Their answer took 0.6 seconds. Dave fell to the floor helpless and dead.
Before I could say anything or react I started running back into the thickness of the forest as fast as my legs could carry me. I could only feel anger and sorrow, I could only hear the men’s loud raging voices and their guns firing bullets into the air, I could only see trees and twigs that I had to dodge and I could only taste the salty water I had drank from the river. There was a light at the end of the path giving the effect it was the pathway to heaven coming from a dark, evil world to a world full of light, colour and peace. Just as my feet stepped into the light, I saw that the light was coming from bright sun lighting up a golden-sanded beach. I stopped. The men surrounded me like a wall and placed their guns towards my head and asked whether I had any last wishes. I carefully pulled out the package out of my pocket and took out a beautiful, scrumptious strawberry.
I placed it into my mouth, giving me a flush of fresh, sweet and excellent tasting juice. The last thing I felt was the sweet taste of the strawberry and the last thing I heard was the loud gunshots.
