The plane crash

Moses woke up feeling light headed.

Glancing around him, he found himself in what seemed like a wilderness, surrounded by thick underbrush and towering trees.

For a moment, he stared around this habitat, confused.

"Wait a minute, where the hell I'm I? How the hell did I end up here?" He asked himself.

Moses tried to piece together the last thing he remembered, but his mind was blank.

Even his own identity was lost to him, like a distant memory he couldn’t quite reach.

Suddenly, Moses panicked. Could he have lost his memory? There's no way. He couldn't remember anything.

Struggling to his feet, Moses realized he was in the middle of a private plane wreckage.

The remains of the plane lay in a twisted wreck behind him, metal shards and pieces of luggage scattered all over the place.

His heart racing, Moses stumbled over to it, his vision swimming and the pounding in his head intensifying.

Blood trickled from a gash just above his right eyebrow, but it seemed to be the only injur

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