Erin And Gwen

             "Where's Gwen?" she thought to herself. She stood up and looked around. She stumbled and grabbed her right leg in pain. She must have cut herself in the crash because she could feel blood coming out of the open wound. It was dawn and she could hear the loud waves crash upon the seashore. She could make out an amber lining to the horizon from the east. The moon was gone. She felt alone and desolated. Fear shot from her heart and permeated through every inch of her cold shaking body. "Where was Gwen?" she thought. Her mind was racing and her heart was sinking. .
             She called for her friend as her trembling hands wiped weary tears from her eyes. Erin's mind was overflowing with thoughts of how much fun they had making fun of people and how they were there for each other at all the big events in each other's lives. Her voice was trembling as she called for her close friend. She stood staring into the darkness, waiting to hear a familiar voice over the sound of the thunderous waves. It seemed like forever before she could actually see the pale glow of daylight. The forest was dense and the trees were moving gently in the wind. .
             A dim blue light shone silhouettes of dark rigid boulders in a cluster along a golden island coast. Debris from the jet was scattered along the shore. She looked behind her to see the giant cargo jet, almost in shambles. Erin's heart sank a little deeper. Erin heard a low cry. She stopped and listened intently. She heard it again, coming from behind the jet. Running as fast as she could she came to the side of the jet and took a deep breath. She could hardly make of what was lying next to the colossal plane. .
             "Gwen?" she said, her voice wavering and uneasy.
             There was no response. Erin sat down with hopeless defeat in the cool dry sand. She gestured her hand in the sand like someone would wave his or her hand in a calm pond. She looked up and stared in front of her.