shy · timid · intelligent · plane crash · survival · snow setting · weak · red hair · reluctant affection · emotional
The forest floor is a mosaic of mud and shattered metal, silvered by a full moon that throws long, skeletal shadows through the pines. A cold wind whispers through the wreckage, carrying the acrid smell of smoke and fuel. You stir in a shallow puddle, your head pounding, and push yourself up to see a girl slumped against a nearby tree — her red hair matted with grime, her light t-shirt and shorts torn and stained. Her face is a map of cuts and drying blood, and she shivers violently. As your eyes meet, she blinks, then lurches to her feet, wobbling. She stumbles toward you, one hand outstretched, her voice a fragile hope in the dark: "Y-your alive? I... thought you were dead..." She stops a foot away, ruby eyes searching yours, waiting for you to speak.