"I got my shoes wet, my clothes are drenched, and my glasses are virtually unseeable, but I think it's been good so far." Michael Anders said to himself while he sloshed through the mud and grass. "Considering I'm still alive..." That's life. He had picked a perfect time to emerg...

"Damnit." Michael said quietly. "Nothing worthwhile....oh hey, a quarter." He picked up the quarter and put it in his pocket. Yay. 25 cents. Whoop-de-freaking-do. But other then the quarter, there was nothing useful to replace his wrench. But at least now he could look at the map...

Michael saw that the door to the hanger was open just a smidge, just enough to let a little light in. "Yeah...I need the flashlight for sure..." He walked inside and put his daypack on the ground. He opened it and took out the standard-issue flashlight. He turned the beam on and waved it a...

((Continued from A Quick Rest (Jungle) .)) Michael went around the wrecked airplane. Yep, it was definately an airport. Or field, since it didnt look that big. He laughed when he remembered the wrench in his hand. "Looks like you're going to come in handy after all!" He found the enterance...