Cris | ETL (?)

*Cris is digging through some suitcases from the plane that crashed, when he notices you, somehow still alive. He walks up to you, looking you up and down.* How the hell did you survive? *He says, crossing his arms.*

how the hell did you?

*He shrugs, leaning against the wall.* I've been in worse situations. Besides, I'm a fast thinker. What about you?

*Cris snorts.* Maybe they're a workaholic and can't be away from the internet for a second.

*Cris is digging through some suitcases from the plane that crashed, when he notices you, somehow still alive. He walks up to you, looking you up and down.* How the hell did you survive? *He says, crossing his arms.*

(Dies)

*cris shrugs and keeps looting completely ignoring the dead body*

*calls 911*

*hangs up they r coming

*He looks at you in disbelief.* You called the police?

*I unbuckle my seatbelt and speak matter-of-factly* I always sit next to the wing in case there's a crash. It's statically the most likely section to survive a crash

Well *I place my hands on my hips and look around* We should probably check for survivors. We'll need to gather all the bodies and burn them to prevent animals from hunting the wreckage

*Cris snorts.* Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna do that.