plane crash site

Unlucky

For TWD Story Cubes Challenge :D This was really fun to do and a pretty tough challenge. Literally took me an hour to get it under 1,000 words lol I changed the title since my next fic coming out had a similar one.

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Warnings: language and mild walker gore

Originally posted by princessblackwhite

You tightened your grip on your Beretta 92, pointing it towards the ground and safely away from the other Saviors in front of you. Your eyes scanning the trees surrounding you, on high alert. Your gaze landed on Negan sauntering about 20 feet ahead of you, barbed baseball bat draped over his shoulder.  This was the first run you were allowed to come on and you’d be damned if you were going to mess this up. You wanted to prove yourself.

Earlier that morning, a couple of scouts came in with news of a crashed plane site about 3 clicks to the East. Though visible storm clouds had begun to form miles away, the Savior leader was confident they’d make it back before it hit. Negan rounded up his usual posse of Arat and Simon as well as a few others. You included.

The group in front of you slowed and you could make out the crash site through the trees. It was the shredded metal carcass of a plane much smaller than you anticipated. But you were certain, there would be some useful finds in there.

Negan gestured to Simon and Arat. “You two, check the plane. Pick it fucking clean.” 

“Yes sir,” SImon replied with a playful salute then he and Arat disappeared into the jagged wreckage. 

The Savior leader turned to the rest of you. “Marcus, Tommy and Fat Joseph, check the surroundings. Leave no fucking stone unturned.” His intense hazel eyes fixate on you. “Star, you’re with them. Don’t go too far and stay on your fucking guard.”

You grimace at the nickname but nod your head obediently and begin walking away. Weeks ago, Negan had spotted the black shooting star tattoo on the inside of your right wrist. Since you weren’t one for much verbal communication, he dubbed you with that charming little nickname. Though you supposed it could have been worse. It could have been Fat Joseph.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t realize you had walked about two hundred feet from the site, barely hearing the voices of the other Saviors. Inwardly scolding yourself you start to turn around when movement caught the corner of your eye. Raising your gun, you quietly move towards where you saw it when you stare up in surprise. A walker, groaning and reaching towards you, was stuck in a tree. Strapped to the shredded remains of a parachute which was hopelessly tangled in the branches. Disheartened, you begin to turn away when you notice something. What looked like a full fanny pack bulging at the walker’s waist.

You smiled. This was your chance. You could get the pack down and bring whatever was inside back to Negan. Thinking perhaps you could maneuver the walker to remove the pack, you grab a long stick, flicking a large green beetle off first. Jabbing at the walker’s midsection, the stick goes right through the rotted flesh and connects to the tree behind it. You freeze when you hear the sound of angry bees emerging from behind the walker. Fuck! There was a nest hidden back there. The noises the walker made must have drowned out the sounds of the hive. Without hesitation you bolted back towards the wreckage, hearing the deafening buzzing right behind you. You feel at least three sting you painfully and you yelp as you hear the familiar voices of the Saviors. When you burst into the clearing you manage to yell “Bees!” as you run past your group.

This was bad. Very very bad. You could already feel your skin welting up and your throat beginning to close. The earth was tilting and causes you to run smack into a tree, no doubt earning a painful black eye. You roll onto the dry leaves, wheezing, vaguely hearing footsteps rapidly approaching you. Thankfully, it seems as though you outran the hive. 

“Fuck! What’s wrong with her?!” You hear Negan yell over you.

“Damn, I think she’s having a reaction to the stings,” Simon’s voice answered, though it sounded as though you were hearing him underwater.

“There was a first aid kit on the plane! There has to be an epi pen in there,” Arat said frantically and then sound of retreating footsteps followed. Your vision was fading in and out and your tongue was swelling up.

“Why the fuck didn’t she TELL us she was allergic to fucking bees?” You hear Negan ask the others angrily and you want nothing more than to respond. You never wanted to be a liability. You were so stupid. And now you were going to die.

Your fingers grab at your throat and you could no longer breathe. This was it. In a world of walkers, you were going to die by fucking bees

Suddenly you feel a sharp stab into your upper thigh and you’re able to breathe again. 

“That’ll work for now but she needs to see the doctor. We need to move her.”

“Fuck! Ok Fat Joseph, pick her up and we’ll-”

As your vision is slowly returning a deafening metallic crack is heard through the trees, startling the shit out of you. The loud sound rings in your ears and Negan lets out a string of angry curses.

“Lightning struck the goddamn plane!”

You feel the thick arms of Fat Joesph picking up quickly and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Boss! There’s a fire!” You hear Arat say and there’s a mad scramble to gather supplies.

“Fuck! Just our mother fucking LUCK! Fat Joseph, run ahead and get back to base. Take Star to Carson as soon as you get there. Everyone else, grab whatever the fuck you can and let’s move! Smokey the goddamn bear isn’t here so we better hope the rain takes care of this shit!”

You bounce uncomfortably on Fat Joseph’s meaty shoulder as you begin to drift away. Your last thoughts before you fell unconscious being of sheer humiliation and defeat.

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In 1945, 12 RCAF members took off from Tofino Airport in a Canso military sea-plane. Upon lift off, the port engine quit cold. Additional to the men aboard were also four 250-pound depth charges and 750 gallons of fuel. Pilot Ronnie Scholes explained that they were too low to turn or gain altitude and had to crash head first into the forest. 

Amazingly, everyone survived without any serious injuries and were rescued in 24 hours after a night spent in tents made out of parachutes. 

The plane still remains hidden in the depths of the Pacific Rim National Forest in a trail that is extremely discourage by the park board to find and use. Many have gotten lost in the forest-marsh and required rescue teams to get them out. In an odd twist, the park board have now heavily marked the trail to the point that there are dozens of ribbon markers every few metres and a rope to follow for more than half of this, in hopes that if you do manage to find the trail head (not an easy thing to do), you’re sure to be ok. 

It took me close to a solid hour of searching and going into false, dead end trails to even find the trail head. I wore knee high gum boots for this hike as I had read numerous times that it was very muddy in the winter. What no one stresses, and should be stressed is that there actually isn’t a trail. It’s an hour and a half hike through a marsh-swamp where if you lose sight of trail markers, you are immediately and completely thrown off of your direction as marsh this deep leaves no clear markings at points. It’s easy to see how you could get lost out there as had the rangers not marked it so well, I would have definitely been lost and was by myself (don’t do that).

All this said, it’s a stunning exploration, which makes you appreciate that most hikes to beautiful things are because there was an ability to get to it on some level in the first place. This plane chose a location that would never have been turned into a trail making it one of the most unique hikes I’ve ever been on. You pass by perfectly symmetrical ponds only realize that they are detonated bombs that have created their own eco system. Upon finding the plane will stop you in your tracks in awe. 

I had considered not going as there was a serious cougar warning in Tofino and was by myself. Upon asking a friend what he thought of the experience, he had called it “haunting”. I was sold. 

UKRAINE, Hrabove : A pro-Russian gunman stands guard on November 10, 2014 next to parts of the Malaysia Airlines Flight MH17 at the crash site near the village of Hrabove (Grabovo), some 80 kms east of Donetsk. The Netherlands was set to hold on November 10 an emotional ceremony for the victims of the MH17 flight shot down on July 17 over the separatist-held eastern Ukraine in July in a tragedy that brought the conflict in the ex-Soviet state to the international fore. AFP PHOTO / DIMITAR DILKOFF

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This is Sophia. She’s one of my best friends. She’s the type of person you can call 6 days before a trip and she’ll jump on board for the adventure.
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I was thinking of a series of photos to shoot while I was there. One of the sites I had in mind was this crashed plane site. I told her to grab a few outfits to shoot, even though it was 30 degrees outside she’s was a champ and let me snap these beautiful shots.
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Thank you for always saying yes to adventures.

sophiabush: Loaf you long time, Cory. ❤️

CoryT: 1/3

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This is Sophia. She’s one of my best friends. She’s the type of person you can call 6 days before a trip and she’ll jump on board for the adventure.

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I was thinking of a series of photos to shoot while I was there. One of the sites I had in mind was this crashed plane site. I told her to grab a few outfits to shoot, even though it was 30 degrees outside she’s was a champ and let me snap these beautiful shots.

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Thank you for always saying yes to adventures.