Snippet #965

He had not been able to sleep nor do anything, he just waited and waited for he even couldn’t guess how long, and it was totally torturing to be awake, half conscious, deep in darkness, waiting for hopefully not imaginary false hope. No, it must be. This is probably just night, or something equal to that. Wait…
I think I‘ve just sounded rather dumb. Maybe my brain HAD become more and more DYSFUNCTIONAL.

How could I survive anyway? He touched his head, -an almost dried wound, whatever it was, must been happened more than a day ago.
He tried to imagine things. Too much odds. First, how could I survive if this is a crash? Probably emergency landing then?and if it was, why didn’t I die due to trauma or something? And why had not this thing burnt or something due to the atmosphere, crash or whatever??? Second, the glass, if there was hole already so I felt the breeze, why had not it PRANK!-broke into pieces when whatever thing crushed it in the first time?
Trying hard enough to imagine the situation and the shape the ship he imagined he was at but desperately failed, he gave up. Probably just small vessel with one seat- or two-
If that was true- he tried to touched and swept his hands, figuring the shape he bumped (Actually always bumped by him whenever he moved) in the right of him, -then to my right side is human. He sighed. A corpse specifically.
Considering at the design of the glass that was only instantly broke into pieces if hit from inside, he then concluded that it was indeed high technology. if not emergency, then it was on purpose, but the odd is- The odd was how that advance technology just invented years ago -and probably was the current most advance system involved- was something he used. He couldn’t even be involved in that!
Where am I ANYWAY??!
-no good.
……………
His tiny logic mind left told him he couldn’t survive. He’d probably die just a matter of time. He could die from dehydration, fluid loss, shock, or whatever worst condition he might at.

¬As he felt more and more hopeless and was surely enough he’d just going crazy, he was fainted again.
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Light. He opened his eyes to see he’s still holding the gun. sky. Ok…In the dark we always presume the worst and couldn’t think straight, probably it won’t be that bad. Look what I got here… To the right he could see a brown haired man death body; parts of his body crush and pressed by the stone and things scattered there. The vessel was indeed small, but not as small as he thought. Two seat side by side for two rows. No place to walk in between just enough for you to sit or stand. It appeared the vessel was crashed upon big stone on the right wing. And a big wood –tree- came in crashed through the right glass window, which apparently had broken. Although most possibly it was on automatic mode, he was in fact in the control seat. And luckily, the vessel crashed on his opposite wing, so that the position was oblique and advantaging him, made him get least damage. The machine stopped, computers dead…
In the back seat , one black-haired man also died with a bullet mark on his head. Both of them also got weapons on them. The bullet mark was rather irritating but he could care less. He then checked himself. He tried to get any id to recognize himself but he failed. He just found a piece of wrinkled paper (which oddly not lost during whatever chaos before) in his shirt pocket with an odd shape. What symbol is this? Y? He checked the black hair man but to no avail. He found communicator instead. No use. Out of electricity- but he decided to keep it, putting it into his pocket (of his pants). Checking his pocket of his pants, he found small knife which its holder made of silver. As he looked carefully, he found small fonts embossed on its surface, “a z u r e “.
Looking at the only door that was blocked, he decided to jump through the left wing glass window. Just get out from here first. He folded his shirt and began to hop. Must find any living person. The big crash. Then something drew his attention. A small odd ‘Y’ shape and a much bigger-complex something that looked like heart (the true heart that beats makes you alive, not that cute heart related to silly things like love) was then revealed in his left arm as he folded his shirt. Both were tainted in black and looked like tattoo.

First, he would find water. Water means life. If that was indeed escape pod or emergency land -whatever you name it-, then there should be water source near there.

Then whatever will be, will be… odd. Odd. Just odd. But nothing will change by keep asking.
It’s already not make any sense at all anyway.
So, just move on.
And this ‘Y’, it’s just there to be answered.

He chuckled to himself. If he could survive before, and had not given up in that like-forever- damn –cold- crazy -torturing night, then now was just too much to give up.
He’s determined to get to the crash site. -Alive.