Ashe

Ashe suddenly woke up, terror and confusion washing over her as she looked around. Where was she? What had happened? Why had the plane crashed? How long had she been unconscious? All these questions flooded her mind as she grabbed her head, trying to remember. She could still clearly recall the concert they had given, the songs she had sung, and the papers she had signed. She remembered parting ways with her friends in Germany and boarding the plane alone to return to America, but what happened after that? Slowly, she lifted her head and looked around. She was lying on the beach in torn clothes. She was sure she had fastened her seatbelt, but now, aside from some cuts and her shredded outfit, she seemed relatively unharmed. This struck her as incredibly strange. "Is this what a plane crash is like? There's no way I'm the only survivor from such a crowded plane, right?" Ashe slowly stood up, scanning the area. There was a massive wrecked plane, with hundreds or even thousands of scattered belongings everywhere, but not a single body or person in sight. "Or am I dead, and this is my hell?" She yelled with frustration. "Screw this!" She kicked the sand in frustration and pulled out her phone from her pocket. "Why isn't this turning on? The battery can't be dead." After fiddling with her phone for a while and getting more frustrated, she yelled and threw it into the sea. "Damn it! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" She stomped off, angrily rummaging through the passengers' luggage. She needed a cigarette. Urgently! After a long search, she finally found a pack of cigarettes. She lit one up excitedly, taking a deep drag when she noticed someone lying unconscious nearby. She had no idea who it was, but it was obvious they were one of the passengers. Ashe quickly approached, kneeling down to check the person's pulse. "Not dead. Good. The thought of being alone was creeping me out, honestly." She stood up, took another drag from her cigarette, and then lightly kicked the person lying in front of her. "Time to wake up, sleeping beauty. What is this, nap time?" She rolled her eyes and slowly blew smoke toward the person as they began to stir.