Okay, I'll try to start:

Lee Stone, an young girl of 14, awoke from the rumble to burning crackling flames and the smell of gas and smoke. She coughed as she rumbed her eyes and looked around, trying to move, but her right ankle was stuck under an heavy seat which had crumpled under the pressure of the trash. As she felt warm blood trickling to the side of her lips and her left shoulder burned in pain. As she finally opened her eyes, she saw her dead Uncle and cousins eyes staring up at her. She was about to scream in horror but her scream was overheard by an large explosion and her world went black once more.
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About 2 hours later, she awoke again not to the burning of flames or the smell of smoke and the fear of death, but to the sound of old bird cries and the breeze of an upcoming wind. She tried to move, but her whole body ached and she winced in pain. Then, she opened her eyes and looked around, whispering, "Am I in Heaven?" She looked around and said, "No...this isn't Heaven...if it's not Heaven, then, where am I?" She looked around and saw no one and her ankle was badly broken, she had an large gash on her shoulder which still bleed, and her cheek had an bad scratch under her eye. She also had many different brusies and cuts and scratches. She sighed and looked around for anybody, but found no one.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

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Nessa didn't remember much from the crash. She could dimly, in her mind's eye, see flames and hear screaming, but something had hit her head and she remembered nothing after that. Groggily, she opened her eyes to find her head resting on an anthill, and it was only after a large red ant crawled almost into her mouth that she rolled away with a shriek, clawing at her head and discovering a large cut on her cheekbone in the process. She sat halfway up and intensely cleaned all the ants out of her hair, her insectophobic self shuddering. It was only after she made to stand up that she fell back, clutching her ankle and trying not to scream. She breathed deeply, teeth clenched, and squeezed her eyes shut against the pain. Opening them, she finally looked around, wondering suddenly where she was an if anyone else was there.

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Thanks for letting me join

Name - John Fairbank
Age - 18
Appearance - Longish brown hair, clear blue eyes, 6'2", slim.
Personailty - Intelligent, practical, sarcastic, realistic to the point of cynical and pessimistic
Gender - Male
Injuries from crash - Wound from his back to his waist on left side which laid bare some of his lower rib cage. Upper left arm broken, and numerous scrapes and bruises.

(sorry it took me a while to get my creative head on )

Chris thought be stuck in a nightmare from the moment the plane started falling. His fear of flying and crashing planes seemed to come true, but when he finally came to conscious after the crash, he didn't realise that yet. He found himself on the moist earth, instead between scattered pieces of metal of the plane. Chris wanted to sit up, but couldn't move his arm of pain. His blue shirt was soaked with blood; he found that he had several gashes around his stomach which bleeded heavily and caused him such pain that it was hard to breath.
After a few moments he clenched his teeth and with a groan he scrambled on his feet, his good arm pressed against the wounds.
"Hello..?" he shouted with a hoarse voice. "Is someone there...?"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Nessa could faintly hear someone calling. "I'm here!" she shouted, relieved that she wasn't alone.

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Chris stumbled in the direction of where he'd heard a faint cry. After a few minutes he found a dark haired girl. She seemed not to be wounded badly and Chris slowly kneeled next to her, his face twitching by pain for a moment and asked: "Are you wounded?"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Nessa looked up, tossing her dark hair out of her face, and said "Well, technically yes, but not as badly as you." She grinned and winced as the cut on her cheek twinged. "Can't walk, though."

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Chris followed her gaze , looked at his blood-soaked shirt for a second but then said determined "That's not important now... We need to look for any other survivors... whereever we are.."He looked at the thick bushes which surrounded them, which grew so close next to each other that it seemed that it was night.
"Come, i'll help you.. you can support on my shoulder.."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Nessa looked at him doubtfully. "I don't know, are you sure? You don't look too good yourself." She tossed her hair out of her face again, impatiently, muttering, "And of course I have no ponytail holder. Lovely." Looking back up at Chris, she said offhandedly, "I'm Vanessa, by the way. Well, Nessa mostly."

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"No, I'm fine.." he said while scrambling back on his feet again, holding out his hand for Nessa so she could try to get up too. His face was pale, but he took no notice of the pain.
"My name is Chris.."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Nessa shrugged and took hold of his hand. She had a surprisingly strong grip, small though her hand was. Getting unsteadily to her feet, she tried to put her weight on her injured ankle and almost fell. "Woops, guess not, then," she gasped, steadying herself.

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Finally stirring with a soft groan, Kimberly opened her eyes and blinked a couple times to clear her blurred vision. She then sat up with a muffled cry of pain, and a sharp pain shot through her right side for a brief moment. Touching it gingerly, she winced and realized she had several broken ribs. Remembering everything that had happened in a literal rush of images, she got to her feet shakily and looked around her, hoping to see that someone else had survived..and it then hit her that this was as far away from the crash site as could be possible, or so it seemed to her then. "Anyone out there?" she called, as loudly as she could manage.

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As Nessa almost fell down, Chris grabbed her around her waist and laid a finger on his lips as she regained her balance again.
"Did you hear that?" Without waiting for answer he shouted "Hello?! Is someone out there..?"
He clenched his teeth and mumbled "Lets go" and half hopping, half stumbling they started to move forward.
With his good arm he supported Nessa, and his other he pressed against his stomach. Chris' breathing was irregular but they moved on steadily while he sometimes cast a look at Nessa, then gazed into distance, where he thought he'd heard a desperate cry for help.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Nessa was too busy staying in a somewhat upright position to look back, but she had heard something. Stumbling against Chris, she regained her balance and looked up, her dark blue eyes flicking back and forth. "Where are we?" she murmured as if to herself, frowning. "Hello?" she shouted. "Keep talking, we'll find you!"

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