Remain at the crash site

Not certain on if there is even food, water or shelter out on this strange planet you decide that it would be best to at least hunker down for the night by the flaming wreackage.

The heat from the fire keeping you warm as you realise how hopeless the situation is. The plants of the jungle seem to sway back and forth as if by a sharp wind chill.

Hugging your knees you crouch down trying to stay warm. It’s not long before your eyes begin to feel heavy. You keep fighting it for as long as you can but you drift off to sleep.

A loud crack wakes you up as you lift your head gazing around the fire of the wreackage has nearly died and it has gotten darker.

The shifting jungle taking on a much more dangerous and deadly feeling. You hear the noise again just ahead through the bushes.

Staring closely the last sight you see is a pair of razor like teeth lunge into view before your whole world goes black.