"Looks like it's going to be smooth sailing ahead, Mr.Taro" The pilot spoke as a young man sat on board a plane, he sat in the back of his family's private jet laying down on the sofa while reading a book. Taro had been overseas for quite some time now, having just recently completed schooling he had plans to return home for some well deserved downtime. He worked his butt off this semester, and graduated with top honours, he was proud of his achievement and was looking foreward to what the future would bring. His family was rich, and spared no expense on getting him home, they even loaned him their private jet and hired the best pilot they could find.
Despite this, Taro was never a flyer...he got bad air sickness but tonight...he was on edge. It seemed as though his suspicions were right as he heard a spluttering noise, followed by a pop "What's wrong?" Taro asks looking at the pilot "Just a slight engine malfunction...nothing wrong here but you might wanna buckle up just in case!" The pilot says. A load explosion could be heard, Taro looks outside and sees the engine on fire "Hold on tight! She's going down!!!!" The pilot says as the plane suddenly takes a violent dive.
The plane crashes onto the ground below, smashing into a tree. A few minutes later, Taro found himself awake he looks around and gasps, the pilot was dead and the plane was starting to catch fire. He needed to get out, and quickly. He reaches for his seatbelt only to find it stuck. After a few minutes, he manages to get it unjammed.
With no time to gather supplies, he heads out of the plane and walks out as quickly as his wounded leg would allow him. The plane explodes behind him, knocking Taro face first into the sand, and knocking him unconscious once more.
