Hayato sat dangling upside down from his seat in the dropship, keeping from crashing down to the ground only by the restraints that had luckily remained in tact. As he opened his eyes, he quickly had to shit them, as the harsh light from the sun instantly assaulted his pupils. 

“Shit. How long have I been out...” He mumbled, as he pulled one of his dangling arms up to his head to shield himself from the harsh light of the sun.

Once he was able to look around, he saw just how lucky he was. All around him, the walls were stained red with blood, and mangled bodies either dangled from their seats like him, or laid on the ground. Eyes widening, he began to try working the restraints off, but it was to no avail. They had been jammed into place during the landing. Quickly feeling a sense of fear washing over him, Hayato's eyes darted back and forth, trying to find a sign that at least somebody else had survived.

“Help!” he shouted weakly, his throat extremely dry. After gathering as much saliva and mucus to his throat as he could, he tried once more, hoping that would be enough.

“HELP!” 

A couple minutes after the last shout, he heard rustling somewhere in the distance, accompanied by voices. 

“Help! ” he shouted once more, while making as much noise as he could with his hands and feet against the ship.

Within two minutes, a man maybe ten years younger than Hayato pulled open the hatch to the ship, and looked inside.

“Jesus fucking christ!” he shouted, stumbling backwards while trying not to vomit. “Hey-” he said, catching his breath. “Hey, Tom. I, uh... God... I need some help here.”

Standing back up, the man covered his mouth with his arm, and looked back inside. 

“Hey, uh... Don't worry. We'll get you out of there. Just give us one minute. The same thing happened to Tom. Had to use a crowbar to get him out. He's got it so...” Turning around, the man shouted again.

“Tom, hurry up! We gotta get this guy out!”

A minute later, a man with curly red hair came jogging up, and had the same reaction to the inside of the ship as the other one. After he was done, they ran inside, and helped Hayato out of the seat, and to his feet. The younger one with shaggy blonde hair introduced himself as Marco, and explained to Hayato that they had set up a small camp nearby where a group of survivors that landed in the area had gathered. 

So, uh... Yeah. Come with us, we'll lead you to the camp.”

Hayato nodded and followed behind the two, who started to talk among themselves. 

“Shit, man... Can you believe that? The other ships had people that died, but it didn't look anything like that.”

Tom nodded in agreement. “Think something may have gone in there and done that? I think he might have been too out of it to notice, but those people were torn up. They didn't get that way from landing.”

Marco shook his head. “I don't know, dude. But if it was, we'll probably want to start moving ASAP.”

Tom agreed, and then turned to Hayato. 

“Hey, I don't want to sound rude, but you haven't really said much. I'm just making sure, so I'm sorry if it comes off as offensive, but... Do you speak much English? All I've heard you say is help, and that's one of the words they rushed to teach a lot of non English speakers before we left. So-”

“I speak English just fine.” Hayato replied somewhat coldly. The mans talking was getting on his nerves, as his head already hurt enough.

“Oh.” Tom said. “Okay. I was just asking, since we have a few more Japanese guys at the camp, who don't speak any English at all.”

This caught Hayato's attention. “How many of them are there?” he hastily asked. He knew that at least four of the corpses in the ship had been friends of his, so he was wondering how many more made it.

“Uh... I think there was maybe four or five? I could be wrong, but I think that's it.”

Hayato's eyes dropped.

'Four or five? There were thirty of us. If only four or five made it... Shit.” he thought, looking back up. 

“How long until we reach the camp?”

“It should only be a little while longer. It's a straight right from that massive bush up there. About a fifteen minute walk, I'd guess.” Tom said, pointing to a thorny brush up ahead.

Nodding, Hayato followed, just observing their surroundings as they walked. He didn't know if his brother made it or not, but he could do nothing but hope at this point.