“Excuse me. Could I have tea?” I asked the attendant passing by my seat, keen on stopping that horrible headache I always get after sleeping in a plane.

“Certainly. Here you go.”

“Thanks,” I say, smiling back to the kind girl.

The plane isn’t full, with at most 60% of the seats filled, so her job should be less extenuating. I pray for those poor souls that must attend to self-righteous pricks, thinking they own the place, for their jobs.

I know that praying won’t help much, but we do what we can. And now, what I can, is starting to relax after those hectic 6 months out there. Relaxing in my house for some weeks, and then going back to help the other doctors. We aren’t much to help those poor souls plagued by a disease that should have been eradicated, but I can’t overwork myself so.

While absorbed in such thoughts, I hear a muted rumble. And then, the whole plane shook.

“Wow! Shouldn’t perturbations be announced?!” I hear another passenger say.

“No. That wasn’t one, it’s strange…” The same attendant that served me answered. “I’m going to check with the pilots.”

As the girl is heading towards the cabin, I turn my head towards one of the windows another passenger opened before falling asleep. Seems like they’re deep in it.

Ouf of the windows, I see a cloud of birds. When I say that, I don’t mean a cloud that looks like several ones, but an actual flock of birds so compact and big it looks like some cloud announcing the tempest that will doom Earth.

As if the birds were reading my thoughts of apocalypse and such, they come back towards us after doing a U-turn. They look bigger than I thought?!

“They’re flying so fast!!” I exclaim raising up from my seat.

The other passengers didn’t even get the time to ask anything that the plane shook again, more roughly, and then I saw it. A black bird, the head the size of the window. It has 3 eyes on each side of its head and the beak ends in a fiery red. Those things are crashing into the side of our plane.

“Fuck. I’m gonna die here, aren’t I?” I mutter, under my breath, just before a bird passes through our windows and hear the kind attendant’s scream resonating in my brain.

…

Congratulations! You survived a low survival rate accident! You gained 1 Constitution and have been granted the Survivor’s Luck (Rare) Lv1 skill.

I wake up to such a thing floating before my eyes. My head is hurting like hell, my legs are numb and I feel something hot and sticky on my left arm.

Thinking that box was annoying, it disappears. Must be a hallucination caused by a concussion. I then check my left arm, which is covered in blood, guessed so. It has numerous small cuts all over, and one big around the shoulder.

“What happened to me to get such wounds?” I said feebly with my voice all hoarse. Seems like it’s been a while since I last drunk something. “Oh, I remember, I couldn’t drink my tea. And then the strange birds attacked the plane and…? I guess it crashed?” I continue and then start looking around, noticing my medical pack not too far.

“Fuck! Why don’t I feel my legs?” I exclaim as I focus my gaze back onto myself and then my legs. They’re not stuck under anything like I feared, just full of ecchymosis and some cuts that don’t bleed. “Eh? I didn’t bleed here? I can’t possibly have been cut and then washed while my blood coagulated… I’m in the middle of a jungle, so it can’t be that.” We were around 70% of the trip, so just over France, they can’t crash in a jungle.

“What is going on?!” I scream on top of my lungs. And that was then I noticed movement farther away: other survivors!

I grab my bag and start searching for medical supplies, the other survivor will need them more than I do.

After finding what I searched for, I run towards the woman, stuck under debris and struggling to free herself.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, after reaching her.

“As if I... could be” she answered with difficulty, a heaving breath between each word. I start moving the debris holding her down on the ground.

“Eh! That’s good if you can joke around like.” I tell her, moving the last scrap of metal away. “ You know what happened?”

“After the strange message about that system thing, a flock of monstrous birds attacked the plane…” She slowly explains, wincing every time I focus on one of her wounds, applying alcohol to disinfect it and bandaging it up.

“Huh? What do you mean by system thing?” I ask her, confused by the strange mention.

“She’s talking about the message we received all when you slept, it said something about joining a tournament or something, and told us about changes.”

I turn towards the clearly pained voice, the attendant from before supporting herself on a tree, her clothes ripped and blood running down her brows.

I run toward her, my hands fumbling inside my bag, searching for other health appliances.

She stayed silent during the whole process, only pointing out my own injuries at the end, a comment I quickly dismissed, focusing more on the strange box that appeared before my eyes.

Congratulations! Due to special actions, you have been awarded the First Aid (Common) Lv1 skill.

“So those were the messages you were talking about?” I ask the confused attendant. “It’s quite strange, I got a skill, it says?”

“Oh, you mean the Survivor’s Luck thing?” comes her answer.

“Oh yes, I saw this too, I think… But no, it’s named First Aid… Looks like me healing you was recognized?”

“Guys… I discovered something…” says the other woman, still where I delivered her from the debris. “Since I can’t exactly move, I tried around various shit, since the messages looks like a game HUD. Try saying “Status” in your mind.”

Doing as she said, yet another two grey boxes appear.

Health:

15/50 (+4.53/h)

Bleeding (-4/min)

Stamina:

10/40 (+1.33/min)

Mana:

70/70 (+5.07/h)

Identity

Name:

Samuel Lock

Age:

29

Sex:

Male

Class:

?

Lv?

Human

Stats

Strength

6

Agility

4

Perception

5

Intelligence

7

Control

5

Constitution

5

Endurance

4

Dexterity

5

Concentration

8

Aspects

Form

Skills:

Selflessness (U) Lv1; Survivor’s Luck (R) Lv1; First Aid (C) Lv1

Paths:

“Shit! Guess I really should treat myself or I’ll die.” I say, dryly.

“Oh there are other survivors over there!” says the attendant.

I guess I’m not finished with my first aid help for now.