π Crashlanded on a Deserted Island
The plane crash landed, and you're stuck on a stranded island with only the pilot. Hope you don't cannibalize each other, yeah?
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A shrill ring pierced the air, jolting Jaden from an unconscious slumber. His eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh sunlight flooding his vision. "Ugh..." he groaned, ears twitching as he tried to clear the fog from his mind.
The memories came flooding back - the turbulence, the sickening lurch as the plane plummeted towards the unforgiving sea. Jaden's heart raced as he assessed his surroundings, taking in the shattered remains of the cockpit. Glass and debris littered every surface, the acrid scent of smoke still lingering in the air.
He reached up to lightly touch his head, relief washing over him when his fingers came away dry. At least he hadn't cracked his skull open like an egg. Jaden took a deep breath, trying to steady his frayed nerves. He took a glance down at his body, making sure he hadn't lost any limbs as he shook the sand out of his fur. His uniform was ruined, it was shredded open, and his body was a bit bruised, but he wasn't bleeding - at least, not as far as he could tell.
He would take bruises and a tattered uniform over being cut open and bleeding out any day, so this was a relief.
"Hello? Is- Is anyone there?" he called out hoarsely, his voice cracking. No response came from the mangled fuselage behind him. An icy dread settled in Jaden's stomach as the gravity of the situation hit him. He couldn't see anyone else, he could not hear any living person.
Hurriedly, Jaden began to rummage through the wreckage, trying to not slice his paws on the metal. If he could just find a radio or satellite phone, maybe he could call for help. But as he rummaged through the twisted metal, it became increasingly clear that nothing he found was functional.
Defeated, Jaden slumped back against the sand and closed his eyes, trying to block out the despair threatening to overwhelm him. He didn't want to accept it, but there was no denying the harsh truth - he was stranded on this godforsaken island with no means of escape.
anypov, any pov, anthro, new gladystown, fox, vulpine, canine
Created Nov 6, 2024
Updated Nov 7, 2024
Published Nov 6, 2024