The Wisely Christ and Five Pretties

Survived the Explosion

"Oh, my!"

Christ, who realized his leg was caught by an enormous tree trunk and passenger seat, immediately pulled himself up with both hands, pushing the seat with all his might. His eyes scanned the surroundings, realizing that he was in the midst of plane wreckage and dense trees.

"Help! Did anyone hear me, please?"

Silence. Not even the sound of birds chirping.

Not wanting to give up, Christopher continued to pull himself out of the crush between the airplane wreckage and a sizable tree trunk. But he was surprised to hear the rattling of the trunk.

The trunk Christ was standing on broke, but quickly, after escaping the crush, Christ immediately hugged the tree trunk on the other side to avoid being hit by the airplane debris that could have fallen on him.

Brakk!

Christopher was relieved, though his chest was pounding with tension and fear. The loud thud of the falling debris made him realize the strangeness even more.

"Isn't this too quiet to be called a forest? Not even a rodent was startled when the roar was heard in all directions."

Seeing that it was still safe, Christ descended the tree cautiously. His face looked tired with regret as he remembered how he had ended up there after working overtime for the past week.

Christ was just a janitor at a large hotel. One of his friends had a terrible accident and had to undergo major surgery and couldn't be saved. Since then, he's been working twice as hard to take his friend's place while the hotel has yet to find the other crew.

Yesterday, someone came in to take over the work of his friend that Christ continues to cover. And in exchange for Christ's loyalty and concern for his fellow workers' responsibilities, Clarissa, the head janitor, gave him a ticket to a gathering with all the hotel employees for three days and two nights.

"Argh!" Christ jumped from the lowest tree trunk, then began to circle the wreckage of the now worthless luxury airplane. "Am I the only one here?"

The rustling of leaves from behind his back made Christ twist his head. Instinctively, he immediately hid behind a large tree with great curiosity.

The foliage of the tree parted slowly. Someone came out from there along with the sunlight coming in as if an angel had come to give hope.

Surprised, Christ came out of hiding. "Is that you Ms. Clarissa?"

Clarissa approached with a body full of wounds. Even her clothes were wet, as if she had just finished rinsing her body without removing a single thread.

Looking at Clarissa's sexy bra-fewer curves, Christ averted his eyes. "Thank goodness you survived, Ms. Did anyone else besides you?"

Instead of getting an answer, Clarissa pulled Christ's shoulder so that their gazes were aligned. Unfortunately, Christ's eyes could not focus on her face, but on Clarissa's chest, which really made her hot inside.

Clarissa was furious and immediately slapped Christ to give him a stern warning.

"Even in tense moments like this, you can still think obscene thoughts about me? Remember this, Christ! I was kind to you because of your loyalty. So don't get me wrong! I'd rather be the only one to survive than get harassed at a time like this! Don't ever look at me like that again!"

Christ's cheeks heated. Clarissa's slap marks reddened as Christ finally turned around to go around another part of the forest. Without looking back, he strode firmly away from Clarissa, who was also going in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, Christ's footsteps stopped when he heard a sound from the head of the plane. Christ ran a little closer to the wreckage, looking for the source of the sound. With what strength he had left, Christ climb up.

"Wait! Don't go! Help us! Hi!"

Arriving at the top of the tree, Christ realized many things. The main part of the airplane's head was still intact, though the situation inside was much more gruesome.

Each of the pilots had been crushed to death by a tree branch from the front, which had struck them directly in the chest and eyes. The other two co-pilots were each impaled by tree branches from below, piercing their vital organs.

Christ endured the nausea as the radio in his cabin continued to make rustling noises. Covering his nose to block out the rancid aroma, he moved forward to reach the radio, still held by the pilot on the left.

"Does anyone hear me? We're down, and I can't find any help."

Christ tried to communicate, but no one picked up and answered him clearly. Slowly, Christ tried to search the channel frequencies. But no one was even broadcasting air traffic.

Not wanting to give up, Christ tried again. Even though he was shaking because the smell of blood was getting stronger, his hands were still painstakingly searching for other available frequencies.

Unfortunately, his efforts brought no luck. There was only a rustling sound on each channel as he turned.

"Goddamn it!"

"Did you hear something?"

Clarissa's question from outside made Christ move quickly. He was no longer strong. Moreover, there was no hope because he could not find the right frequency.

"Just rustling. No one answered."

"I thought so."

Hearing Clarissa's assumption, Christ quickly exited the wreckage. His movement was fast enough to make the wreckage of the airplane head no longer balance. Especially after jumping out and stepping on the wrong foot, the dizzy airplane fell and exploded with dominant force!

Blam!

Clarissa's body, which was near where the wreckage fell, was instantly blown away, while Christ, who was still frozen in the tree, could only see the surroundings from above.

"Auch!"

Clarissa's shout brought Christ back to his senses. He climbed down nimbly like a good monkey. Instead of turning around and helping Clarissa, who had been impaled by one of the airplane's materials on her calf, Christ turned around and took stock of the situation.

"Are you getting crazy? I'm in pain and you leave me without helping at all? What kinda of man are you?"

Without turning around, Christ grabbed some of the passengers' scattered belongings.

"For what? I'd come to you before, but you slapped me instead. If I come to you now, you'll probably throw those pieces of debris in my face."

Clarissa's breath catch as she saw more blood oozing from her injured calf. Her hand was about to pull out a piece of airplane debris the size of a gramophone record. But she was too scared to see the additional wound that triggered more bleeding.

"You should at least take some responsibility after dropping that airplane debris, Christ! You even destroyed the only radio that could connect us with the others! How are we going to survive if you destroyed the communications? Come back here and help me now, Christ!"

Christ jumped over some of the bloodstained passenger seats. Surprisingly, he didn't find any passengers in the seats.

"You guessed it. It's more likely that you were the one who tried the radio pilot first than me. After all, I didn't drop it on purpose. I think it was because you didn't warn me that the footing was unstable. So instead of blaming me, it would be better if you are worried about yourself."

"What the heck with you?!" cursed Clarissa irritably. But she was surprised to see Christ coming with a first aid kit box, a scarf, and a large bottled mineral water found scattered in the rubble.

Christ straightened Clarissa's legs, relaxing her by briefly massaging the injured calf area. He pressed the same area until more blood flowed. Then, without warning, he pulled out the debris and threw it behind him.

"Argh! That hurts, buddy! Can't you do it carefully?"

Christ ignored her. Quickly, he wrapped the uppermost calf area with a scarf to prevent blood circulation. He doused Clarissa's wound with mineral water until it was clean, then applied antibiotic ointment. He also took a bandage and gauze to wrap the wound.

Clarissa almost thanked Christopher when he carried Clarissa like a princess away, looking for a safer place. The two were silent for a moment until they came to a fallen tree trunk tilted upwards and Christ laid Clarissa down with her feet higher.

Christ swallowed, holding back the desire and excitement that suddenly peaked when he felt his hand still on Clarissa's inner thigh area. He watched as Clarissa's curves were clearly visible beneath the still wet clothes.

"Are you harassing me like before and thinking of raping me just because you helped me this time? Stop dreaming and take your hands off me! Did you get it, dude?"