Week 34: The Crash Disaster : By Dan

I stepped out of my damp cheap tent and into the barren deserted forest.        A slightly broken chair lay neatly on the ground. As I reached for my backpack, a Racoon scuttled out of it and into the dense foliage.

Bits of the plane I had crashed there, were strewn in every corner.   It had just fallen out of the sky. I was lucky to locate the supply box.

“Help!”  came a cry.  It was a human, maybe my friend Claude too.I was desperate to find him. I squashed a leaf as I Stumbled to a halt.

It was him.


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