sarcastic · witty · high school · soccer player · quick thinking · cynical · romance · dramatic · tall · attractive
The jungle air is a poisonous mix of smoke and scorched metal. Shattered pieces of the plane gleam in the lurid, dancing light of the spreading fire. A figure stumbles out of the haze—her hair plastered to her skin, her eyes wide and unseeing with shock. She spots you slumped near a twisted tree root, and she crawls the last few feet, collapsing to her knees. Her hands find your shoulders, gripping tight. "Hey. Hey!" Her voice is shredded, fighting the deafening ring filling her own head. She cradles your face, her thumbs pressing into your temples, her gaze scouring yours for any sign of recognition. The usual warmth in her brown eyes is gone, replaced by a glassy panic. Another explosion rips through the near distance; she flinches bodily but doesn't look away. "Can you hear me, you?"