Day 1 – Southwest Beach – Noon

Imagine…

The sun is high up in the sky and it’s hot, hot like you’d imagine hell would be. And it does seem like hell on earth, people are screaming, airplane parts and luggage are burning, the sounds of a roaring engine and things exploding make your ears hurt. You might be scared, you might be completely freaked out, or even cool, calm and collected in this situation you’re finding yourself in. But no matter which one it is, you need to deal with it. Do something; run and hide to try to stay alive, or stay and try to help even if you might die. Or stay out of the damn way so that the others, those more resourceful can do what you can’t.

At first you may be disoriented, but soon you realize that the plane you were on, on its way from Los Angeles to New Zealand, has crashed. You’re on the southwest shore, but you don’t know that yet and you have other things to worry about. You wonder if you’re hurt, and what you can do to help the others. Those around you that are screaming, crying… Dying. Or maybe you just want to run, run as far as you can from all of it.

This is where the story begins.

Shane McCutcheon

Shane McCutcheon was lying motionless on the burning hot white sand, but she didn’t feel the heat on her pale skin. The loud rumbling sounds from the explosions didn’t reach her either. Something had collided with her when she was hurled out of the plane and it had hit her head; cut her forehead and cheek. There was blood all over her face and her white shirt. Maybe she was lucky to be unconscious – there was a bigger cut on the left side of her back – but this way, she didn’t have to deal with the pain.

Yet.

Dylan Moreland

A lot of people would call her insane. She knew that. That wasn’t going to stop her from doing what she was about to do. All her tapes were in that bag, her camera, her equipment. She needed it, she just couldn’t lose it. It was her life’s work and it was worth risking everything for.