A/N: Oh hey look who's back from the dead! Sorry about my long hiatuses. School has been a bother as usual. I've been pretty busy, which I know I say that literally every time I post a new chapter, but it's true (anyone who's a senior in high school or has been will get it lol). On my free time I've been writing other fan fictions (when I should be writing essays for scholarships) which I'll be sure to post soon!

Anyways I'll stop babbling about my life. I was filled with a bunch of inspiration and decided to start this story up again! Hopefully it won't take 6 months again to update it. Thank you for everyone who still reads this garbage :)

(Also, I started watching Lost and it reminds me way too much of this story, even within the first two episodes XD I'm hoping to get some inspiration from watching it too since I've been having major writers block. So if anyone has any ideas at all, please let me know!)

Well This Sucks

Chapter 8

Crash Landed

"Butters!" Kenny called out into the dense forest, his voice echoing through the trees in hopes the missing blonde would hear it. BJ and John called out as well while searching the surrounding area. Mason kept ahead of the group trailing behind him. He pushed aside branches as they came while trekking though the forest. The foliage had become a lot thicker than it had when they first started looking.

"Where the hell did he go?" He murmured to himself. "And how did he manage to get this far out?" Mason had been following Butter's footprints and the trail of disturbed plants he left behind in hopes that they would eventually catch up to him.

"Who knew that boy could move this fast," John commented from behind. "Is he still looking for that stupid frog?"

"I don't know," Mason replied.

"You guys don't think he got snatched up by that jungle creature, do you?" BJ questioned. "I mean, we are in the thick of the forest. Who knows where it could be?"

Mason shrugged his shoulders. "Let's try not to think of that possibility." The group continued forward through the forest, unsure of where they were going. The footprints continued in the same direction before shifting slightly to the left. Up ahead, the trees appeared to thin out to a small clearing in the middle of the forest. Mason pushed onward, shoving the last of the thick foliage out of the way before walking into the clearing. He stopped and looked around. There were five old suitcases laying about the area. Two were completely destroyed—appearing to have been burned and thrown about. One was in decent condition, but torn apart and visibly empty. The other two seemed untouched besides the bushes growing around them. Mason walked towards them and pulled one out. John followed his lead and grabbed the other. The two boys opened them simultaneously.

"Woah, check it out," John said, pulling out a smaller bag from the larger one. "This has some gauze bandages and some medicine inside." He watched as Mason rummaged through his bag. "What about you?"

"Just some clothes, a hairbrush, and a…. huh…" Mason opened a small pocket on the inside of the suitcase and pulled out two switch-blade knives. He moved the larger of the two around with his hands, looking at it from every angle. "How did someone…" He trailed off, catching John's gaze from his left. Mason glanced from the others walking into the clearing to the knife. "What do we do with these?' He murmured.

John shrugged. "I say finders keepers." Mason nodded in a agreement and pocketed the knife. He handed the other to John, who recoiled a bit. "Um, I don't think I should have that…"

Mason rolled his eyes and put it in his hand anyways. "Fine, then just hold onto it and give it to someone you trust." He then stood up as Kenny and BJ walked over.

"Did you guys find anything?" BJ asked, looking at the suitcases.

"Mostly some medical supplies and clothes." Mason said. "It could come in handy."

"How the hell did these things even get here? They're not ours are they?" Kenny asked. John walked over after putting the knife in his back pocket and joined them.

"I don't think so," he replied. "I can't imagine our cases would have launched from the boat all the way out here. Besides, these look like they've been here for quite some time."

"Well, regardless on where they came from, we should take them with us," BJ suggested. The rest nodded in agreement. Kenny walked over and zipped the suitcase full of clothes back up and grabbed the handle. It was a rolling suitcase and surprisingly, the wheels still worked. BJ took the small carry on bag full of medicine inside of the other suitcase and carried it under her arm.

"Okay, now that this is out of the way," Mason turned from the group and started scanning the ground for more footprints. "Maybe now we can finally find-" The quiet forest was suddenly pierced by a scream. Mason's head shot up in sudden terror. "Butters?"

"Shit, that was defiantly him." Kenny added, voice filled with concern. "It sounded like it came from that way," he freed one of his hands from the retractable suitcase handle and pointed in the direction he thought he heard the sound. Mason took off in the direction with the others following close behind. The continued to yell out his named they quickly maneuvered through the trees once again. After a few minutes of running, eventually a large shape came into view. They pushed through and eventually came upon another semi clearing encasing the large object they saw. Standing beside it, was Butters.

"There you are!" Mason ran over to him. He gently grabbed him by the shoulders, startling the blonde in the process. Butters let out another yelp. "Butters, it's okay, it's just us. Why the hell did you run off like that?"

Butters tried to regain his composure, taking short, terrified breaths. "I-I was trying to find Mango. I thought I could catch up to him. B-but then I lost him and I tried to find m-my way back, but then I ran into this." He gestured towards the object in the middle which was covered by overgrowth and vines. After a moment of looking at it, Mason finally determined what it was: a piece of a plane. He walked over carefully to the side and touched the now rusted metal.

"Woah…" Kenny came over and joined him. "This looks like it's been here for awhile."

"It would explain the suitcases…" BJ added. "How long do you think this has been here?"

"A few years at least… It must have crashed landed here," John replied. Mason nodded in agreement and walked along the side of it, carefully observing it. The plane was rolled slightly onto it's side. It appeared to be the tail section of the plane with the "tail" part broken off.

"You don't think anyone could have survived this could they?" Kenny whispered to John. Just as he said it, Butters let out another cry.

"Wait Mason! Don't go inside of it!" He exclaimed. Mason turned into the opening of the plane. His eyes widened with a small, startled gasp. In the seats that were left were the decayed bodies—down to he bone— that didn't survive the crash. Some were still buckled into their seats with their vacation clothes still on their bodies. Mason stood there, looking at each of the people in turn.

"Fucking hell…" He whispered. He could hear Butters whimpering from the side, assuming the sight was the cause of his screaming. Mason had seen things like this all the time, but knew it was way too much for innocent-minded Butters to handle. Mason felt bad for him. His thoughts were broken when John called over to him.

"Hey Mason! Is there anything we'd be able to use?" He asked.

BJ looked at him skeptically. "So we're going to scavenge the dead for anything useful to us? That's kinda wrong."

"What do you mean it's wrong? You were the one who suggested we took the suitcases back in the clearing!" John responded.

"Oh yeah. It just seems worse when the people who actually owned them will be watching us take them."

John shrugged in understanding. "I get what you mean, but they're dead and we're not. If anything in there will help us to not become them, we should take it." John walked over to the plane as Mason was beginning to look around the seats for anything able to be scavenged. John joined him in searching along with BJ, while Kenny stayed back with Butters. Mason climbed up a bit to check the luggage compartments for anything. He grabbed a few suitcases and dragged them outside. John and BJ followed suit. They checked the lower compartments and under the seats. The three salvaged about eight suitcases.

"Okay, we can carry all of these back to the beach if we all take a few." John said.

"What's inside all of them?" Kenny asked.

"I guess we'll find out when we get back," Mason replied. "It will be like one of those stupid mystery unboxing videos those kids do on YouTube."

"Oh, I wouldn't know. We didn't have internet at my house," Kenny said. Each of the people took a suitcase in each hand, while Butters took the one suitcase and medicine bag to carry.

"How do we get back to the beach?" BJ asked.

"We'll just follow Butters's trail back to where we came." John said. Mason agreed and started the trail back. Butters walked beside him and BJ trailed just behind. John hung back with Kenny. "So," he spoke, once the others were out of earshot. "I need to show you something, but you can't tell anyone."

"Woah, buy me dinner first," Kenny replied in amusement.

"Ugh, Kenny I'm serious." John said in irritation.

"Alright alright, not in the joking mood I see. So what is it?" John slowed to a brief stop to reach into his back pocket. He grabbed the switchblade knife and handed it towards him.

"Mason has the other one. We found them in the original suitcases. I probably wouldn't use this very often except for maybe cutting or sharpening things. If you'd have any better use for it, you should take it." Kenny looked from the knife and back to John.

"So you seriously trust me with this thing?"

"Look," John continued. "If you really don't want it, I'll keep it with me. But I thought you should know about it. I trust you more than anyone else here; and I'll trust that you won't tell Stan and Kyle about it yet. If word gets out that we have these, people may try to get it. I would hate to have it fall into the wrong hands."

Kenny stared thoughtfully at the knife for a few more seconds before gently pushing it back towards John. "I'd prefer you to hold onto it," he said in a surprisingly melancholy tone. John raised an eyebrow, before putting it back into his pocket. "But, thanks for sharing it." John nodded. BJ called out to them suddenly.

"What's the hold up you two?"

"Sorry! My suitcase got stuck on a rock!" John called back. The two quickly move dot catch up to the group. John walked up until he was side by side with Mason. "I offered it to Kenny, but he didn't want it. But he knows not to tell anyone about it and may use it if needed."

Mason nodded in understanding. "So who has it now?"

"I do. I'm keeping it."

"Alright. Make sure it stays that way." Mason mumbled. "We can't let them be open to the public. If it happens to get out to them and worse comes to worse, I'd hate to see what the others would use it for."

A/N: Sorry this chapter seems a little shorter than others, but as this is being posted, Chapter 9 is already in the works and will be posted soon! Thank you for reading!

Love, Kate