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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 15, 2019 0:09:51 GMT -8
Mid-Jungle AreaMid-jungle area that's about a half-hour to an hour's walk from the cockpit. Location found in box E3 below:  Each box is 3 miles by 3 miles. It takes an hour to walk 3 miles. But also keep in mind that hiking (like that really steep hill to get to higher ground) will take a heck of a lot longer and that if you're running (like from some jungle thing), that you'll get somewhere faster. |
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 24, 2020 20:43:48 GMT -8
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 3, 2020 6:53:15 GMT -8
*** Derek enters from D3 - Mid-Jungle Area ***
So far, his trek through the jungle had been more like an unchanging journey, although it never really was with Derek. As the archeologist and eternal student of nature he was, there was always something exciting to see. But even though there was, he didn't really indulge himself too much in anything. Well, that was until he came across something really intriguing.
"Holy cats!", Derek uttered in surprise, for the moment forgetting that he was going to not make any sound at all. And as dicey as his whole plan, well, he didn't have an actual plan yet, was, a smile of fascination flashed over his features. He was still just standing still and watching before his natural curiosity took the better of him and led him right to the find he had made - the cockpit.
There wouldn't be any harm in a little stopover around the place, would it? No, surely not - especially not since he was still without a trace leading to Them anyway.
***
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 11, 2020 6:22:00 GMT -8
Derek was thoroughly investigating the inside of the cockpit, not exactly like a detective but rather like a child that couldn't help touching everything he found. That was just his nature, so he probably would have made a terrible police officer. Also, this place looked like a crime scene, but without any victims. All the seats were empty. Derek wondered if these people could have survived as well and if there even might be a whole other group of survivors somewhere around this area. But then again, they could be everywhere by now. He also went one step further as for wondering - if there were other survivors, would they have made contact with the jungle dwellers as well? He continued his steps through the wreck, mostly crouching to not hit his head on protruding parts. In passing, Derek nudged some of the respirator masks, imagining the shock when those fell down. In the end, though, a decrease in the atmospheric pressure was surely not what had caused the crash. The plane could have crashed anywhere, but it did here - on this island. Derek went on, yet as he reached the front where the pilot's seat was, he suddenly gasped. Was that blood on the windshield? And not just blood but a lot of it? As if someone would have dashed against it - but from outside... Trying to ignore the trails of dried blood, he concentrated back on investigating to maybe find out more. Yet, soon he had to learn that there wasn't much more. Even the airborne transmitter, usually kept close to the pilot's seat as he knew from a former friend who had been a pilot himself (rest in peace, Kirk), was missing. He wondered if someone took it? Had the pilot survived as well? Derek's eyes were almost automatically wandering over at the blood on the windshield again. "What the heck has happened here?" he whispered to himself in his usual business-like tone, even though he was kind of shocked yet in his own way. Anyways, there was nothing else to find or to do here, so Derek decided to leave this place. *** |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 8, 2021 9:28:11 GMT -8
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As much as Derek was used to keep himself running with hours of no food, at least, as for brain work, there always came a moment when also a workaholic scientist got hungry. Or maybe he realized rather early than late this time, because of the lack of new foundings within this area. Sure, there always was something interesting for him, but it had been a while he had found anything other than just the same setting of a neverending jungle trek. They had to leave any traces, yet it seemed there were none. But then again, there were some. But those made no sense as they looked much older than a day. Unless...
A loud growling of his stomach broke into his thoughts. Derek had been providing himself with so much stuff he probably would never need on his mission. Unfortunately, food hadn't been one of those. He tried to ignore his hunger and to keep going instead. The many old traces Derek had found weren't leading him anywhere, though. It was almost like people would be coming and going for days already. Like they were hunting or just trekking in this jungle as well. Could those be from other survivors of the flight? Survivors from the cockpit section? Yet still, Derek had a mission, and that was to go after these kidnappers. He had promised Harley to take care of her, and he didn't like to mess that up.
But then, after all, Derek chose one of the many old traces to just keep going at all. Finding other people, never mind if they were the right ones or not, might help him to find out more. About everything that was going on here ever since the day he had crashed on this island.
*** Derek exits to F4 - Mid-Jungle Area ***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 5, 2021 18:21:41 GMT -8
The rest of Day 13 and all of Day 14
pass by fairly uneventfully. It is now:
Day 15 - Mid-Day
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 12, 2023 21:19:54 GMT -8
The rest of Day 15 passes by. It is now:
Day 16 - Morning
Thursday, October 7, 2004
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