The plane had crashed in a dark forest but I somehow survived the crash uninjured. I tried to look if there was phone service but my phone was broken. I had no clue where I was or where everyone had disappeared to. I yelled for help but a few minutes I gave up as I didn't want to waste my energy.
I decided to move away from the wreckage in search for people or anything to calm me down. I must say, I was having panic attack and being afraid of wild animals or the monster I saw earlier made me shudder. Another reason I had to leave promptly was because I feared the monster might return to kill me. On top of that, I had no visual contact of the monster so I didn't want to be creeped upon by the monster whom I decided to name Creole. I don't even know the meaning of the word except I heard it earlier.
After roaming for hours, I came upon a stream but it was polluted. I had no choice but to take a couple sips from the stream as I was so parched. After that I decided to walk downstream because that way I was likely to encounter a civilization according to Bear Grylls.
I barely walked a hundred meters when I heard something rustle in the nearby thick bushes. I froze in place as I searched around with my eyes. My heart started pounding hard in my chest and then I heard approaching footsteps. I grabbed a large stick and stood in stance ready to hit the oncoming creature hard. My grip was firm and then I took a deep breath, counting under my breath; 3...2...1 and then I swinged my hand with all my effort.