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The Forest: Discovered the Cockpit (Part 3)

|Cockpit and Microchips|

I didn’t have to travel too far through the woods to make it to a water source. A thin river and from the taste of it salt water meaning I’m close to an ocean. Bad news, I won’t be able to drink the water. Good news, I have pop and mini alcohol bottles to keep me hydrated until I do… hopefully.

I followed downstream over some rough terrain until I saw what looked to be the cockpit of the plane resting in the middle of the water on an island. The closer I got the more suitcases I found, meaning more supplies.

Everything’s coming up Milhouse I guess…

Upon closer investigation of the cockpit I found some microchips and a flare gun. Unfortunately the pilot and co-pilot didn’t survive. The blackbox was damaged, and it’s not like I could really use it for anything anyways… so I left it in the cockpit.

I buried the two bodies on the shoreline across the way in hopes that would keep the larger predators away. The flare gun may scare the small one’s off, but bears in Canada are known to be bold.

I sat along the shoreline to recover my strength. Ate a candy bar (I hate Skor they make my teeth stick together) and a Orange Crush. Those won’t last me long… so hopefully I find those nudists who took my son within the next couple of days.

I don’t know why I took the microchips from the plane. I’m guessing out of habit, since I collect that kind of stuff to upgrade computers back in New York. Maybe with enough willpower I can make a router or maybe upgrade my cellphone to boost a signal or something…

Whatever, I’ll figure out some use for them… I should keep moving…

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The Forest: Scavenging What Remains (Part 2)

|Tennis Balls Suck|

Okay… I have some good news and bad news.

Good news, I found myself an axe.

Bad new, the stewardess is dead.

Now before you freak out, no I did not – I stress DID NOT – kill the stewardess. The best I can come up with is the emergency axe came loose during the flight and lodged itself in her chest.

I guess I won’t be axing her what happened…

Too soon? Yeah… too soon…

Anyways, I looked around the crash site in hopes that maybe my son was wandering around but it appears my worst fears have come true.

Nudists have taken my child.

Asides from my worst fears being realized I broken open some of the suitcases laying about and found supplies. Cloth, snack bars, alcohol, and money. If I was in Vegas I’d be having a blast right now.

Oh, and note to future self – if you ever go on a plane again don’t pack freaking tennis balls. They are useless!

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How the heck am I going to survive on tennis balls!?

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The Forest: My Plane Crashed & Timmy’s Gone

|The Crash|

Gah, my head’s killing me. I know there is a better time to be writing this but I don’t want to forget anything that’s happened in case it comes in handy later during the lawsuit.

My son – Timmy (his mother named him not me… I wanted Inigo Montoya… but she said no) – and I (James) were traveling to visit family in Vancouver (Canada)¬†when the plane hit turbulence and was torn apart. I blacked out from what I’m guess was sudden decompression and woke up in a haze… at least I think I woke up… maybe I was dreaming…

Anyways, I believe I woke up to some naked guy with red body paint looming over me and my son. I couldn’t do anything… I… I think he was taken – Timmy not body paint guy.

I blacked out again and woke up some time later to birds chirping. I was laying in the aisle of the plane. I ate the open plane food and took some mystery meds. Honestly… didn’t read the label and don’t care what the side-effects are now that my head doesn’t feel like a freaking drum.

Lucky me, my backpack stayed under the seat so I have my notebook and picture of my son. I’ll scavenge what I can from this mess and hopefully find something that will tell me where I am… if not… I don’t know what I’m going to do.

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