Looking back at Jon, Gordon said "Good. We should look for food and water then, and if we found medical supplies it would be unwise to not bring it along.". He took his attention to Presley and smiled. He stood and Faced the plane wreckage giving his back to them. "Well, I am gonna go now. Follow me when you're ready" said Gordon as he walked away towards what was left of the plane. He stood in front of it, he shifted his head up and down, checking it out. "If no help came today or tomorrow, we best take from the plane what we can and maybe use some of its parts to make shelter. " he thought. The blood was all around. As he went to the front part of the plane he slipped and fell hitting his cheek onto the ground. "Damn!" He yelled. He stood on his knees, and ran his hand to his cheek, it was bloody. "It must have been blood I slipped on" he thought. His shirt had a big blood stain. He stood up, and wiped the blood off of his cheek with his sleeves. He couldn't tell if he was bleeding or not, But he was. He reached the front part of the plane and started scavenging for food and water.