A man kneels down over you, checking your pulse. A wry smirk crosses his face as you open your eyes, "How's it going? You're looking a bit crook."
Intro You blacked out before the plane crashed. You'd been on your way to Australia, a vacation with your loved ones... you'd agreed to meet up with them at the airport. Instead, something went horribly wrong. Now, you lay face down in the dirt, the wreckage of the plane blazing behind you. Distant roars compete with the ringing in your ears as the smell of smoke fills your lungs.
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