[color=2e3192][b][h2][center]Chris Fisher[/center][/h2][/b][/color]

As Chris woke up, some guy was yelling at everyone to hide, saying afterwards that the plane was shot down and whoever is responsibble surely is looking for them. Chris however, was too groggy to pay attention to him as he struggled to get up but realised that the seat belt was stuck. As he took some time to survey his surroundings Chris saw that the plane split in two and that the roof was now the floor and viceversa. The plane was one big wreck and it seemed to be sinking too. There were dead people everywhere and luggage scattered all over the place. He didn't remember much from the crash. Except for the fact that something hard hit his head as the plane was crashing and that he just blacked out. He quickly grabbed the back of his head as a great pain hit him out of nowhere. [b]"Aww fuck!"[/b] He muttered as he closed his eyes, squeezing he back of his head with his left hand. After the pain got away a little, Chris tried to get loose as he gripped the seat belts again in an effort to open them. After about a minute he realized that he's just wasting his time and tried to look around him to see if there was something sharp enough to cut the seat belts with. 

As he looked around Chris saw some shards of glass from some nearby broken window as he reached with his right hand to grab the one that was the closest but barely touched it's tip. Angered, he started pushing himself towards the glass shard although the chair which he was strapped to was very heavy. After three attempts he finally managed to get to a reasonable distance as he grabbed the glass shard and started cutting the seat belts. It took a long time to cut those damn seat belts but eventually after about five minutes Chris finally managed to get himself loose as he rised up and headed to the hole. As he got out through the hole Chris started looking around with amazement. The place was undoubtably beautiful. A tropical island that would make a perfect vacation. Too bad the circumstaces weren't exactly fit for something like that right now. Then Chris headed back to the hole and took one more look inside. There was no way he could find his luggage in all that mess. All he had on him was his wallet with some money and his ID, a pair of car keys and the clothes he was wearing...blue jeans, a pair of black low-top sneakers and a grey t-shirt. 

Curious he headed towards the wing of the plane, the one that set on fire and caused the plane to crash and indeed it looked like it was shot. Apparently the crazy guy was telling the truth. Then Chris ran towards his hiding place and sat besides him. [b]"So tell me! Do you have any idea who shot us down and why? I mean...let's face it, this was a psassenger plane not a military one."[/b] Said Chris to the guy.