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Re: 6. Chapter 1 1st person
Lifeless bodies and debris sank slowly into the Atlantic as if part of some sadistic piece of art. A wing of the now broken plane falls into the water shattering the propellor into thousands of fragments. Jagged metal pieces whizz through the water but instead of causing more destruction the commotion brings one body to life. The man thrashes about wildly trying to make it to the safety of fresh air as he begins to scream. After what seems, to him, like an eternity, he bursts out of the water.
I took a few large breaths and looked around. There was burning wreckage scattered all. What happened to the plane? How did I survive the crash? I started searching for something to float on while calling out for help. Noone answered and, morbidly, the flames were the only thing I could see or here. Latching onto a piece of fuselage I paddled forward making my way out of the flames which had almost encircled me. Where was everyone? was I the only one that survived? Am I about to be eaten by sharks? As I moved towards the opening in the flames the half of the plane that was sticking up out of the water exploded.
After awakening under water, again, I made my way up to the surface for a second try, surely this can't be good for my health. But this time when I breached the water I saw something wonderful. A lighthouse, which the tail had been hiding, a mere 30 feet away, with lights on. I swam over to the light house and climbed the steps leading up to the door hoping to find someone to help search for the other passengers. After banging on the large double doors and getting no answer I pulled them open. I was greeted by complete and total nothing...The absense of sound, the absense of light, just nothing. After searching for a lantern and trying out my now soaked matches, desperate, I ventured in moving slowly through the dark. A loud popping sound causes me to jump back and I froze as a spotlight and a soothing rendition of Over the Sea came on, whew that was unexpected. Right in front of me the light had illuminated a large bust of an intimidating looking man and a banner that read "Rapture: No gods, nor kings, only men". This is certainly promising, though I have no idea what the banner means and why that man looks so angry. Still no sign of an actual person though, other than that rather disconcerting man's head grimacing at me. After searching for stairs, or a door, up to the top of the lighthouse I found instead that the only way out of the room was the door back outside or a bathysphere sitting in the water in the lower part of the room. None too keen on taking a ride down to wherever it went, I headed back outside and made one last call, but all that was left was burning debris and an oil slick. Laying down on the top of the stairs, overlooking the sea, I decided to rest a moment.
I was awakened, the next morning, by the morning sun peeking up above the water. The wrecked plane had all but disappeared except a few pieces of charred fuselage. I kept rerunning the last few minutes on the plane through my head. What had happened to the plane? Was it the engine or lightning or something else? I was taking a smoke while opening a package from my parents and then the next thing I know I'm 10 feet under the Atlantic. As I thought about my parents, it really hit me that sitting in an empty lighthouse, with little hope of being found, I might never see them again. Or anyone else for that matter. I ventured back inside, where the song and light popped on again, and searched, in vain, for some kind of door, something, leading upstairs.
But again the door out and the bathysphere were the only opening in the room. It was a very strange room, the way it was designed looked familiar to the designs of the 40's but somewhat different. The pillars were made to look like men holding up the structure. And I now noticed a plaque I had overlooked the night before that read "Where on earth is there a country for a man like me -- Andrew Ryan". Of course this didn't really help me to understand what was going on with this lighthouse but whatever. After pacing about trying to decide what to do, for the better part of a half hour, I went outside. I looked through a few pieces of luggage that had washed up at the bottom of the stairs hoping to find something to eat or drink. Of course just clothes and shoes were in them and I wasn't hungry enough to try out leather. I spent the better part of that day swimming around the structure dragging bags and anything I could find back to the stairs searching for something to eat. After a full days work I had found one box of raisins. Those happy california raisin guys might just have saved my life. That night I lit a fire with all the luggage on fire and some dry matches I had found. But noone came and I began to despair that I would never be found. I was really starting to get thirsty and that coupled with my fear made me start thinking about trying out that bathysphere.
The next morning, exceedingly thirsty and down to my last two raisins, I gathered my courage and decided to go. Inside the bathysphere was a bench that stretched around the inside wall of the sub. The sub was covered on the inside with red velvet and little plaques were scattered around it listing people and places in Rapture, which I deduced was some kind of undersea lab or maybe a ship. Closing my eyes and praying for the best I pulled the lever and sat down as the glass door moved shut. The pod began sinking, voluntarily taking me where twice the day before I had stopped death from forcing me to go, into the depths of the Atlantic.
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