Mathew sat down slowly into his seat on the plane. Having managed to make it through the extremely busy tutoring week with children, Mathew did not want to see another Compound Bow again. A shame that one was in one of his suitcases. Well, Mathew can finally rest and relax. Taking a glance around, Mathew looked for any attractive females. How sad that his life was filled with him only able to look, not touch.<br/><br/>His archery skills will always be a bread provider no matter what. What little life to establish his own identity was gone with his parents and sponsors pushing him to continue his career in professional archery. He couldn't establish a relationship. He couldn't maintain contact with any friends. All he could do is hold a bow, draw it with an arrow, aim, and hit a bullsye. Secretly, he wished things were different.<br/><br/>He wanted a new life.<br/><br/>After closing his eyes, it was only a matter of time before he awoke to turbulance. Turbulance that grew worse and worse with each second. Fear crept into Mathew as he watched the plane shake like crazy until suddenly, the front part of the plane infront of Mathew broke off. Mathew closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and silently prayed for it to end. The feeling of being completely submerged underwater made him open his eyes. The plane was underwater and he was losing air. Unbuckling his seat belt, Mathew grabs his seat to use as a flotation device, and swam out of the part of the plane. Floating up with the flotation device, Mathew was able to get his head out of the water.<br/><br/>Taking a huge breath, Mathew screamed in pain when the adrenaline finally subsided. Sometime during the escape, Mathew had his right index finger bent backwards at an unhealthy angle. Despite his pain, Mathew examined his surroundings to search for land. At a distance, shore could be seen. Kicking his feet, Mathew drifted to shore slowly, but surely. Once the flotation device hit the sand, Mathew picked himself up. He could only stand for a few seconds before falling onto his ass. Grasping his right index finger, Mathew bented it back into place in a quick motion. This would cause Mathew to scream in pain once more.<br/><br/>After resting for a small amount of time, Mathew walked away from the beach. In a small bit of time, Mathew spotted a man (Ary). Glad that there were other survivors, Mathew walked over to examine him. He was in better condition than Mathew. Mathew spoke the man.<br/><br/>"Hey! I am heading into the forest to set up camp! Meet me there if you can!"<br/><br/>The man was alright. He looked like he need some time alone, so Mathew left. Finding a thick twig close by, Mathew straightened it out and placed it against his own. Ripping off a piece of his right sleeve, Mathew wrapped it around his finger and tied it. It was poorly made, but it will have to do until he could find someone who knew about this more than him. After walking a few yards away from the water, Mathew spotted another survivor; a woman (Emily). She was close by, Mathew decided to check up on this one.<br/><br/>"Hey, you ok?" Mathew spoke as he lightly shook the unconscious woman.