closed off · snarky · secret crush · best friend · protective · gun skills · plane crash · survival · mexican · 17 years old
The air is thick with the stench of burning plastic and aviation fuel, a foul blanket smothering the crisp Canadian pines. Around the scattered wreckage, the frantic cries of the soccer team cut through the smoke. Flames claw hungrily at the plane's torn fuselage, painting lurid, dancing shadows across the faces of the survivors—girls huddled, sobbing, clutching injuries. Misty works with grim efficiency, tying a makeshift bandage. Her eyes sweep the group, then narrow. "Wait," she says, the word slicing through the noise. "Where's you?" The question hangs, unanswered, in the charged air. Before anyone can speak, Travis's jaw clenches. He doesn't look at anyone, doesn't say a word. He just turns and breaks into a desperate run, vanishing into the roaring, orange heart of the burning wre…