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[INDENT]“Jules-” 

He felt the air nearly suck out of his lungs as the aircraft rocked, shook and began to crack in the tail end--the same end where he and Juliet were sitting. Metal began to creak and tear as the dark ocean of night exploded among the lights of the plane going out. Daniel tried to scream but the only sound he was able to make was drowned out by the roar of wind and the crash of metal into trees. 

Before the plane broke apart, the captain had attempted a landing it seemed, getting them at a low enough altitude that instead of becoming bloody grease stains on the ground, tall trees caught them amid their descent, slowing their fall and surprisingly leaving the few passengers that the plane held [i]alive.[/i] Birds erupted from the treetops and after the horrific sound of metal and splintering wood, the forest grew silent, almost eerily so. Deep in the distance, beyond what the passengers could hear now, a soft rumble began to shake the jungle floor.

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[hider=Jurassic Park: Rebirth] [youtube] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jhk_MGzsKqM [/youtube] [/hider] 

Not that Daniel knew. The moment when the wind began to whip him, he lost consciousness, and only now, an unknown time later (thanks to not being a normal person with a watch) he found himself waking through a continuous [i]drip, drip, drip[/i] on his forehead. 

[i]Rain.[/i] 

The tail of the aircraft was hanging precariously at a low angle, held aloft by branches of a tree. But not just any tree, this one seemed humongous, something you would find in a fantasy novel about traveling back in time than something you saw in Woodward Park. 

“Urrrgghhh,” the deep voice on the main in the flowery shirt broke the silence. It was enough to know that they were alive. “The fuck happened?” The man groaned in a thick southern accent. Daniel couldn’t place it. Coastal Texas perhaps? 

“We...crashed,” Daniel said, having to gasp for air between each word. His heart beat with the speed of a hummingbird’s wing, and he looked over to see Jules still alive as well. [i]Thank Christ.[/i] “But we’re still alive.” Daniel tried to squint his eyes to see exactly [i]where[/i] they were. A moment ago all he remembered was the ocean. Were they in Costa Rica? Or maybe Panama. Rescue teams would find them soon enough...right? His mind traveled back to the film he had seen a few years before. [i]Alive.[/i] 

“Jules,” Daniel muttered, touching the photojournalists’ arm. “Are you okay?” 

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