Jadeyn+M

Jadeyn McPherson __**On Unfortunate Land**__

__**Chapter 1 : A Woman's Cry**__

As her eyes fluttered open and she massaged her tattered head, she pondered on where she was. Blood trickled down the side of her face and seeped into the crease of her mouth. The warmth; yet chill of the water, slowly attaining up and down, was drenching her beaten body. A stream of blood oozed down her right leg, accompanied by many bruises. The curiosity through her mind was overwhelming. A trembling gut feeling protruded within her stomach. Slowly she inched up, and gazed upon the sandy grounds. Contemplating what was going on, she came to a realization that she had been alone. Reacting to the situation with calmness, quickly escaped as panic arose amongst her. A droplet of water streamed down her cheek. Stumbling to her feet, she staggered around in terror. “Hello! Can anybody hear me?” she pleaded, “hello!” The scream of silence worried her to a great extent. As she continued to hobble around, she seemed to recall the incident. It was faint, but moderately recurring to her. “Huh, the plane,” she whispered under her breath, “it crashed! But where is everyone? Why am I alone?” She could barley recall running away from an ample fire. All she could really remember was the departure, and the meeting of her acquaintances that were additionally involved within the outreach support group. But, there was still more that remained in the back of her mind. Allied with the exuberant crash of the two planes connecting in flight, were the dire squeals of petrified passengers, which lingered in her mind. What worried her to a great extent was that if there were many passenger that had boarded the plane, where were they all. She became petrified in the thought of coming across a dead body. Crashing onto the sand, she began to pour out enormous whimpers. Slurring her words; she started to pray. “Dear God, please, please help me. I’m so scared and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to die, I’m still young. I just want to be home with my husband. God please help-” “Over there!” she heard somebody shout. Her heart began to race. Hope filled the air. She wasn’t alone on this island and that came as a great comfort to her. She lunged up from the sand filled ground and yelled as loud as she could, “Over here! I’m over here!” One young, and one older man immediately approached her. “Are you alright? It looked like you were really hurt?” the young man questioned. “I’m ok. A few cuts, and my head is banged up fairly bad, but I’m ok. I believe I was more scared than I was hurt. But I’m oh so very thankful that you found me!” she briskly replied. “Hah, I’m glad we found you too. This isn’t any tiny island, if I do say so myself. Let’s get you something to cover up that nasty wound of yours.” The young man grasped his shirt sleeve and tore off a large portion. Leaning over to the young lady, he cleaned up her wound. “Now, you take this and keep it on to apply pressure,” directed the young man. The young girl nodded in appreciation. “So, what is your name dear?” asked the older man. She hesitated for a minute and continued in a soothing voice, “Ivvangelien.” “I’m Jose, and this is Fletcher,” announced the older man. Ivvangelien smiled and remained silent for a stretch of time. Even though she didn’t want to be alone, company was not particularly what she ached for either. Ivvangelien glanced at the bright blue sky above her. Her mind had a stream of thoughts running through it. As she picked out the images of the clouds in her imagination, she couldn’t help but see the days before the crash. Her and her husband snuggled up on the couch as they watched their favourite movies; the two of them on their road trip; and the list goes on and on. Fletcher peered over at Ivvangelien and strolled over to her, “Hey, are you doing ok, Ivvangelien?” All Ivvangelien did was take a glimpse up at him. No more than a smirk appeared on her face. “Well,” Fletcher began, “Jose and I were going to go try to find the plane and see if we could find any useful materials, and we don’t want to leave you here alone. Care to join?” Without a peep, Ivvangelien got up and followed the men as they marched into the unknown grounds of the island. Jose was not misleading when he claimed that the island was extremely sizeable. With the exception of the dimensions of the island, it had a vast amount of coconut trees that shadowed the lack of vegetation. The island was also accompanied with a spine of mountains, which Ivvangelien was contemplating on exploring. Their search continued for quite sometime. With the sun beginning to hide behind the bodies of the mountains, between the three survivors, an enlarged amount of weakness arose. “I - I think we should maybe call it quits for the day, or maybe just have a little rest,” suggested Ivvangelien. “I really do agree with her, Jose. The sun is setting and my legs are getting to be exhausted.” Jose pretended that he didn’t hear either of them, and continued on with his venture. Just as Fletcher and Ivvangelien were about to barricade, they came across the demolished plane. For a moment the three of them had astonished looks on their faces. Partly of which they looked to be in shock. Flashbacks once again prodded throughout Ivvangelien’s mind. Just as she was about to break down, Jose interrupted. “I knew we were close.” “Well, shall we?” questioned Fletcher. At first Ivvangelien was uncertain, but then she realized that she didn’t really have much more too lose. The three of them ascended into the smashed up plane, where only one half of it remained. They searched throughout the plane, but the darkness of the night made it agonizing. Ivvangelien was having not the slightest bit of luck. Her hopes of finding any substance for survival were coming to a grave reality. “Hey, I found a mirror and a knife,” Fletcher announced. Ivvangelien walked over and examined what Fletcher had found. Her heart began to descend its’ racing. “Oh, that’s my mirror that I use to check my patience teeth,” Ivvangelien revealed. “You’re a dentist?” Fletcher examined. Ivvangelien responded with a humble nod. “Well I guess we won’t be using it for checking teeth anymore. We should head on out, and try to find the others. We can‘t let the blackness of the night get in the way.” The thought of that to Ivvangelien was frightening. She wondered if she would ever make it home. The night dragged on and by now the sun was completely hidden. The whipping wind throughout the coconut trees made the silence scarce. The air was not cool, but had wet warmth to it. Ivvangelien knew that it was pointless to continue on this journey in finding the others until day light, but the men disagreed. If there were even ever a hope in encountering anyone else, she thought it was a slight chance, until they heard what they thought was a women’s cry.



__**Chapter 2 : The Missing Knife**__

The extended, trembling whimpers of the woman, who was sprawled along the sand spread grounds, was in excruciating pain. She was rolling excessively along the bedraggled floor in dire agony. Her voice becoming rasped, as her cries became ceaseless. Her heart fluctuated to the beat of her hyperventilated breaths. A faint ascent pitched within her ear. It worked up into a melody of galloping. She could gradually hear the panicked, yet relieved vocalizations of what she thought were the survivors. Without a further thought, she lifted her head, but all was black. The darkness overwhelmed her immensely. Nothing to her appeared to be visible. Ivvangelien approached her with an astonished look, “Sweetheart, hush. Stay calm; everything is going to be alright. We’re here to help you. Don’t worry.” Ivanngelien became uncertain, as the girl did not articulate a word. Ivvangelien continued to gaze upon the stationary women. Still, not a peep was uttered. Worried eyes overcame Ivvangelien’s angelic face. She slowly grasped the hips of the women’s worn down, bony body. Easily, she flipped the women onto her back. Ivvangelien’s expression of worry, changed to terror, and her heart began to melt for that fact that she was peering down on a fragile women, whose eyes were clearly distinguished as blind. “What’s your name love?” questioned Ivvangelien. A simple, mumbled response was her answer, “Nancy.” “Sweet girl, ca - can you see me?” Ivvangelien’s heart sunk. An ample sigh was exhaled between her cracked, bloody lips. With a struggle, calmly she answered, “I - I ..,” she took another deep breath, “No…”



As the months passed on moderately, the voices inside her head became everything but vacant. More powerful than before, her thoughts created poundings within her head. Often reminiscing upon her past life, for the island was now her new one. Nancy’s life was never much to commemorate on. But the thought of her abandoned life, brought a stream of unwanted, joyless tears to flow out of her pierced, discoloured eyes. Facing towards the sparkling, sapphire ocean, which she could not see, she didn’t apprehend Jose and Fletcher announcing her name. “Nancy! Come help us gather leaves and wood for our new hut,” shouted Jose. Fletcher added, “Yeah! Come on girl! It may be alright!” As usual, Nancy didn’t have much to allege. Her silent, shy-like personality possessed how her emotions were on the edge. An agreement came when Fletcher added to his proposal, “If you join us, maybe I can take you up to the Spine Mountains at sunset, and talk about things.” A subtle smile appeared on her soft face. As it did, she took her sweet time to rise up off of the ocean washed ground. Grasping onto her arm, Fletcher and Nancy advanced across the never ending beach. She stumbled while being dragged along. When they arrived beneath the trees, Jose took hold of Nancy’s hand as they sat adjacent to the glowing fire. “It must be hard, ya know, not being able to see and all. I’m really sorry about it, and I hope you know that I would love to help you in anyway,” Jose stated with kindness. Again Nancy’s response was diminutive. Jose continued on with his rant, “Ya know, I know that you don’t really talk that much but, you have a really pretty face. And your eyes, even though they are different from the rest and you can’t see with them, they are ever so beautiful.” Jose raised his hand and brushed it along Nancy’s face, as he gazed into her diminished eyes. He didn’t remove his caress from her cottony face, and his ogle was never ending. So very astounded by her undying beauty, he disregarded Fletcher’s sneer at him. “Eh, Jose, aren’t you going to come and help make the hut?” Fletcher snarled. Unsteadily he quickly released himself from Nancy, “Uh, eh, yes! I’ll be right there!” Briskly he leaped up, realizing that Fletcher could see the depth of feeling on Jose’s face. He also knew that this infuriated Fletcher on a colossal level. Leaving Nancy alone by the greatly lit fire, he did not take notice of the situation. As Nancy perched upon a disfigured log, the existence of her vital contentment warmed her heart. Being left alone for some time, and having been blind sighted, Nancy didn’t apprehend, at first, the scent of the fire arousing. Panic barrelled through her body, when she could feel the warmth of the flames as they crept towards her. Tripping over the log as she attempted to lure herself away, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, “HELP!” In an instant, she heard the trotting of the survivors advancing towards her. “Run and go get some water from the ocean! Hurry!” demanded Jose. As the demand was accepted, Ivvangelien sprinted to the ocean, while Fletcher flung himself at Nancy to get her out of the combusting fire. Falling on top of her, he lay gazing at her, motionless. Making it seem as though he were just encapsulating her, but that wasn’t all he was meaning to do. But all Nancy could do was lie there and eavesdrop on the cussing that Jose was performing underneath his breath. They had desperately smothered the fire and soon after it had been extinguished. The feeling of relief was immense within the group. Extensive sighs were sighed, and thankfulness was awarded, to God. The few days that had passed had been exceptionally bleak. The feeling of being cold-blooded was not only swarmed within Ivvangelien, but also within the others, especially Jose. Nancy felt his cold presence when she was near him. Knowing his mind was nearly battered, she faithfully tried to lend an ear, but it just made matters worse for Jose. It had gotten to a point where everyone was more than worried, they were meekly frightened. That night, Fletcher bombarded in on the girls unannounced with panic, “Have you two seen Jose? I haven’t seen him anywhere and I’m greatly worried!” “Well where could he be?” both of the girls wondered. Fletcher replied with a subtle shrug. Instantly the three of them sprinted out and grabbed some supplies. The acidic rain came pouring down amongst them, so abundantly that they used the tarp for quick cover. “We should grab the knife just in case we run into some uneasy things,” announced Fletcher. Fleetly they went out, in search of their dear friend. Nancy seemed to take charge of the situation which bewildered Ivvangelien and Fletcher. She knew that her heart was holding a secret, which the others conjectured to be true. It was as if Jose was guiding her into the direction of him, the way God would lead a person. Clenched onto Ivvangelien she led the three of them directly to where Jose had fled too. And as they bolted around the jagged rocks, there he stood with a knife pointed to his heart. “Fletcher I thought you grabbed the knife,” Ivvangelien stated with a weary voice. “It wasn’t there…”



__**Chapter 3 : A gruesome ending**__

The shrieking cries of Fletcher, Nancy, and Ivvangeline, blocked out the silence of shock. Jose had taken his very own life, leaving only the three survivors to mourn in the presence of his breathless body. Even though their time spent together wasn’t a lifetime, it was long enough to have them develop a strong connection. A connection; almost like family. A shock burst within Fletcher and Nancy when Ivvangelien was barely hurt with the situation of Jose. The young girl, with the kind heart and peaceful smile, had twisted to become some type of evil. Something inside of her had broken. But the thing was, it had occurred far longer than before Jose had taken his life. Ivvangelien stared off into the dark. Her mind was now someplace new. A place of warmth, and love. A place that she longed for and wished that she could soon return to. She could see herself and her husband sitting on their chair swing, basking in the summer sun. As her ice cream got smeared across her sun kissed face, her husband lightly licks his pointer finger, proceeding to wipe the smudge off for her. It all seemed so real to her. As if she had never departed from that time of her life. She ached as the images began to fade within her head. Slowly she came back to her reality, which was being stranded on a cruel island, with people she had known nothing about. As the two mourners stood with red, blood shot, puffed eyes, their heads casually moved to sight Ivvangeline. Unwanted gazes appeared upon their miserable faces. They peered at her as if they saw a different human being. Some type of demon. But it was hard for them to think that the angelic-faced, sweetheart could change in an instant. Ivvangelien was aware that Nancy and Fletcher saw her as something unordinary. And she knew that she needed to cover it up, so she faked her mourning. This caused worry and frustration within Ivvangelien’s unsteady stomach. The warmth of a tear trickled down her rough cheek, making a jagged turn as it hit her distinct cheek bone. The three of them stood stiffly, watching the motionless body, not knowing what to do with the carcass.

The wind whipped within the scattered trees, blowing over immense amounts of debris that filled the sanded landscape. The wind was accompanying the pouring down of rain that made a peaceful noise as it slapped amongst the water. The clouds above stained the sky a charcoaled colour. As the storm got worse, as did the depression within the hearts of the three survivors. The three of them lay huddled underneath a grouping of trees by a fire. They contemplated on Jose. “We could burry him,” suggested Fletcher. Ivvangelien stepped in on Fletcher’s pondering, “I-I really don’t think that we should do that. I mean, we don’t have any of the tools, and I think that would be… a hard thing.” “Or we could just make a raft and float him out to sea,” Fletcher added. Silence was filled within their cramped huddle. It was obvious that no one was eager to talk about it. Fletcher broke the ice, “Ivvangelien… I know that you don’t care about Jose’s death. I can tell. You have this look in your eyes, and I can just see that you’ve changed. But I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t be able to keep calm and remain perfect when a tragedy like this has occurred.

Three hours had passes and the sky began to clear. Ivvangelien and Nancy were sitting stilly on a cluster of rock lining the shore. As Fletcher approached, he sat adjacent to Nancy. He grasped the both of them by their shoulders to pull them tightly against him, placing their heads against his tattered shirt, that rest limply on his chest. Ivvangelien had uncertain assumptions as Fletcher began to caress Nancy’s back. Nor did he hesitate to rest his opposing hand gently on her slimmed down thigh. Grasping her ragged hair, and sweeping it behind her bloody ear, he whispered to her, “Nancy, your beauty overwhelms me. I want you to know that I am here to take care of you. Whatever you need I’m always here.” Nancy didn’t move the slightest bit. To break what was awkward, Fletcher planted his moist, cracked lips against her cheek. Nancy, who was always short on words, didn’t make a peep. Although, her face turned a smidgen flushed. “Could you possibly not do that,” pleaded Ivvangelien. “It makes me miss my husband. I’m very sorry but, just please.” Nancy nodded in agreement, and Fletcher backed down. Ivvangelien’s heart was broken and the slightest sight of romance created the break to then splinter even more.



As the days dragged on, the complexity and amount of food became extinct. Not a large amount more had changed. They stuck to their daily routine of collecting water, making the fire, and stressfully searching for food. The occasional storm passed through, yet it wasn’t anything that they couldn’t handle. Ivvangelien’s sorrow continued to increase. The evil that lingered inside of her was kept sheltered. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to hide it any longer. Being on the island for more than eight months was causing her mind to reminisce, which was killing her. The communication between the three of them grew lesser every day. Their sorrows grew immensely deep that nothing was worth talking about. Knowing their time was limited, due to the lack of food; and the hopeless thoughts that passed through their minds, they had nothing left to live for. Ivvangelien’s stomach grumbled and twisted as she longed for just a small substance to graze her saliva-less tongue. Her throat tingled, while the acid within her empty stomach splashed up. Her conscience was taunting her with batty words. Even though she knew they were deranged, they soon may be necessary. Shouting in terror, Ivvangelien could hardly make out the words that Fletcher was screaming, “Ivvangelien, Nancy! I have something terrible to tell you!” “Did we all get in a plane crash and get stranded on an island for more than eight months?” sarcastically responded Ivvangelien. “There,” Fletcher took a deep breath, “There is not a trace of food left… Absolutely nothing…” This didn’t come to a surprise to Ivvangelien. She knew it was bound to happen. But her legs grew weak and she collapsed into the rippled water, not trying to resist. Fletcher leaped over to seize Ivvangelien out of the water. As he did, he heard a pierced squeal and a loud thud. Instantly he swung his head to the awful noise. Lying there within the sand was Nancy. Slightly shaking, as bright red blood flowed out of her chest. “NO!” Fletcher squealed in pain, “No no no no no no no no no! Why! We had a chance! We could have made it; all we needed was a little more time. Nancy, stay with me! Don’t leave me!” A grouping of tears piled up within his terrified eyes. A single tear crept out of his right eye and dropped onto her lifeless face. Fletcher passionately stared at Nancy’s cold body, as he whispered, “I love you.”



The day felt to be never ending to Ivvangeline. She lay, sprawled out along side Fletcher. Her weak body couldn’t manage to make any movement. The extinction of food had caused death to creep within their souls. Fletcher’s suffering was coming to an end, as Ivvangelien easily glanced at him. Short to breath Ivvangelien’s voice was vacant, “Mmiihm…mmihh.” Nothing was able to be spoken. Her eyes closed for a few minutes. This wasn’t the way Ivvaneglien wanted to leave the earth. She imagined it to be with her husband. Laying in their soft bed, as the morning sun gleamed through the colossal windows that lined her room. Not like this. Her eyes blinked open. As they did, she could see that Fletcher’s had been stuck open, not blinking. Struggling to lift up her head she placed it near his mouth. Nothing. Nothing. All was silent. Ivvangelien looked around the open air. She was now all alone; she didn’t worry the slightest bit. Placed between her and the newest dead body was the knife. The knife that had taken the lives of two of her friends. Ivvangelien could not only hear, but feel the horror of her stomach that ached for food. The corrupt thoughts that had earlier passed through her mind were returning. She knew that now was the time to listen to them. It would be her only chance to try once again to survive on this island. She leisurely took hold of the knife and brought it above her head. “De - de - dear l - lord. Ple - ple - please f - forgive me f - for th - this sin.” She began to cut through a rubbery texture. A texture that she never thought she would ever be cutting through. A stream of tears poured down her face; followed by a mountainous amount of noise. As she continued, she hit a firm chunk of something. Something that she thought must have been cartilage. Her arm weakly advanced to her mouth. Her chipped teeth battled to chomp down this strange substance that she had placed in her bare mouth. In her mind, she continued to pray, and beg God for forgiveness, as she chewed on the ear of her dead friend.



Chapter 1

As her eyes fluttered open and she massaged her tattered head, she pondered on where she was. Blood trickled down the side of her face and seeped into the crease of her mouth. The warmth; yet chill of the water, slowly attaining up and down, was drenching her beaten body. A stream of blood oozed down her right leg, accompanied by many bruises. The curiosity through her mind was overwhelming. A trembling gut feeling protruded within her stomach. Slowly she inched up, and gazed upon the sandy grounds. Contemplating what was going on, she came to a realization that she had been alone. Reacting to the situation with calmness, quickly escaped as panic arose amongst her. A droplet of water streamed down her cheek. Stumbling to her feet, she staggered around in terror. “Hello! Can anybody hear me?” she pleaded, “hello!” The scream of silence worried her to a great extent. As she continued to hobble around, she seemed to recall the incident. It was faint, but moderately recurring to her. “Huh, the plane,” she whispered under her breath, “it crashed! But where is everyone? Why am I alone?” She could barley recall running away from an ample fire. All she could really remember was the departure, and the meeting of her acquaintances that were additionally involved within the outreach support group. But, there was still more that remained in the back of her mind. Allied with the exuberant crash of the two planes connecting in flight, were the dire squeals of petrified passengers, which lingered in her mind. What worried her to a great extent was that if there were many passenger that had boarded the plane, where were they all. She became petrified in the thought of coming across a dead body. Crashing onto the sand, she began to pour out enormous whimpers. Slurring her words; she started to pray. “Dear God, please, please help me. I’m so scared and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to die, I’m still young. I just want to be home with my husband. God please help-” “Over there!” she heard somebody shout. Her heart began to race. Hope filled the air. She wasn’t alone on this island and that came as a great comfort to her. She lunged up from the sand filled ground and yelled as loud as she could, “Over here! I’m over here!” One young, and one older man immediately approached her. “Are you alright? It looked like you were really hurt?” the young man questioned. “I’m ok. A few cuts, and my head is banged up fairly bad, but I’m ok. I believe I was more scared than I was hurt. But I’m oh so very thankful that you found me!” she briskly replied. “Hah, I’m glad we found you too. This isn’t any tiny island, if I do say so myself. Let’s get you something to cover up that nasty wound of yours.” The young man grasped his shirt sleeve and tore off a large portion. Leaning over to the young lady, he cleaned up her wound. “Now, you take this and keep it on to apply pressure,” directed the young man. The young girl nodded in appreciation. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">“So, what is your name dear?” asked the older man. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">She hesitated for a minute and continued in a soothing voice, “Ivvangelien.” <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">“I’m Jose, and this is Fletcher,” announced the older man. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">Ivvangelien smiled and remained silent for a stretch of time. Even though she didn’t want to be alone, company was not particularly what she ached for either. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">Ivvangelien glanced at the bright blue sky above her. Her mind had a stream of thoughts running through it. As she picked out the images of the clouds in her imagination, she couldn’t help but see the days before the crash. Her and her husband snuggled up on the couch as they watched their favourite movies; the two of them on their road trip; and the list goes on and on. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">Fletcher peered over at Ivvangelien and strolled over to her, “Hey, are you doing ok, Ivvangelien?” <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">All Ivvangelien did was take a glimpse up at him. No more than a smirk appeared on her face. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">“Well,” Fletcher began, “Jose and I were going to go try to find the plane and see if we could find any useful materials, and we don’t want to leave you here alone. Care to join?” <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">Without a peep, Ivvangelien got up and followed the men as they marched into the unknown grounds of the island. Jose was not misleading when he claimed that the island was extremely sizeable. With the exception of the dimensions of the island, it had a vast amount of coconut trees that shadowed the lack of vegetation. The island was also accompanied with a spine of mountains, which Ivvangelien was contemplating on exploring. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">Their search continued for quite sometime. With the sun beginning to hide behind the bodies of the mountains, between the three survivors, an enlarged amount of weakness arose. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">“I - I think we should maybe call it quits for the day, or maybe just have a little rest,” suggested Ivvangelien. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">“I really do agree with her, Jose. The sun is setting and my legs are getting to be exhausted.” <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">Jose pretended that he didn’t hear either of them, and continued on with his venture. Just as Fletcher and Ivvangelien were about to barricade, they came across the demolished plane. For a moment the three of them had astonished looks on their faces. Partly of which they looked to be in shock. Flashbacks once again prodded throughout Ivvangelien’s mind. Just as she was about to break down, Jose interrupted. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">“I knew we were close.” <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">“Well, shall we?” questioned Fletcher. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">At first Ivvangelien was uncertain, but then she realized that she didn’t really have much more too lose. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">The three of them ascended into the smashed up plane, where only one half of it remained. They searched throughout the plane, but the darkness of the night made it agonizing. Ivvangelien was having not the slightest bit of luck. Her hopes of finding any substance for survival were coming to a grave reality. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">“Hey, I found a mirror and a knife,” Fletcher announced. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">Ivvangelien walked over and examined what Fletcher had found. Her heart began to descend its’ racing. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">“Oh, that’s my mirror that I use to check my patience teeth,” Ivvangelien revealed. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">“You’re a dentist?” Fletcher examined. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">Ivvangelien responded with a humble nod. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">“Well I guess we won’t be using it for checking teeth anymore. We should head on out, and try to find the others. We can‘t let the blackness of the night get in the way.” <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">The thought of that to Ivvangelien was frightening. She wondered if she would ever make it home. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 2228px; width: 1px;">The night dragged on and by now the sun was completely hidden. The whipping wind throughout the coconut trees made the silence scarce. The air was not cool, but had wet warmth to it. Ivvangelien knew that it was pointless to continue on this journey in finding the others until day light, but the men disagreed. If there were even ever a hope in encountering anyone else, she thought it was a slight chance, until they heard what they thought was a women’s cry.