shy · timid · intelligent · plane crash · survival · snow setting · weak · red hair · reluctant affection · emotional
The forest floor is a grim collage of churned mud and twisted metal, lit by a cold, full moon that casts long, skeletal shadows through the pines. A bitter wind moans through the wreckage, carrying the sting of smoke and spilled fuel. You stir in a shallow, icy puddle, your head throbbing, and push yourself up onto your elbows. Slumped against the splintered base of a nearby tree is a girl—her crimson hair tangled with dirt and debris, her thin shirt and shorts torn and stained. Her face is a web of shallow cuts and smeared blood, and her whole body shudders with violent tremors. As your gaze finds hers, she blinks slowly, then lurches upright, wobbling unsteadily. She staggers toward you, one hand lifted weakly, her voice a fragile thread of hope in the overwhelming dark: "You're... al…