Hey all this is a rewrite of my original prologue; I'm going to work my way through my chapters and fix any mistakes as well as add to them. I don't plan on making any big changes so rereading will be completely optional but seeing that this story is still so popular I felt that I owed it to all the amazing people who have been reading to continue.

Chapter one

A groan left my lips as a bright light pierced through my closed eyelids chipping away at the fog that clouded my mind and making me all too aware of the burning painful hum my body was in. My head throbbed something fierce as I tried to move my hand, I couldn't help the cry that escaped me as my fingers burned sending the pain all the way up my arm.

Cringing I wondered if it was broken. My other hand felt fine as I slowly moved it up to touch the sore spot above my right eyebrow, feeling the slick sticky surface I pulled my fingers away and squinted at the red liquid that coated them.

So far, the injury count was up by two.

Wetting my parched lips my hands fumbled for the buckle that held me strapped to the seat, that once was a part of a privet jet, finding purchase on the clasp I pressed the release. Once the straps slackened, I blinked in confusion having expected to have at least fallen forward but remained completely still.

I opened my eyes to look straight ahead, right back to the blinding sunlight that was overhead warming my face. I was lying on my back. I realized with a sigh, at least I didn't fall from a tree or something causing more injuries to my already throbbing body.

I laid there for awhile just staring up at the passing clouds as my mind numbed itself to the world.

It's quiet.

The realization hit me like a fright train, there should have been screaming, sirens blaring, people running around looking for survivors. There should have been something. Our plane had been shot down, how long would it take first respondents to find us? I wondered. How long would it take my… my eyes widened in fear.

"M... mom?!" My voice was scratchy, the blood rushing and pounding behind my ears didn't help as I tried to pull myself out of the plane seat and onto the damp grass. "Dad!" I called out again, louder this time as I struggled to get onto my hands and knees coughing from the effort it took to move. My ribs are bruised...if not broken, I realized as each movement caused waves of pain and nausea to shoot through my entire being.

Forcing myself to stand made my head spin as panic started setting in, looking around desperate to find anyone else I took it the blurry world around me, all I could see was the pieces of our plane and trees, tall and endless evergreens stretched out and up all around me as thick and dark smoke drifted up into the sky.

"Kayden!" I cried out for my brother turning around in a small circle as tears freely streamed down my cheeks, the silence was deafening as my mind went to the worst possible conclusion.

They didn't survive the crash landing...I'm...I'm alone.

I was going to throw up. I realized as my stomach turned looking at the scattered parts of our plane, some of it wasn't here, the cockpit and back half were somewhere else. Everything was wrong, pieces of it seem to stick out as my head spun, falling forward I vomited on to the grass whatever food was in my stomach as my throat burned. It only made my head throb worse as I wiped away the puke from my lips with the back of my shaking hand.

My legs trembled as I forced myself back up I knew I probably had a concussion as tears blurred my vision.

It took a lot of trying and failing, as I stumbled through the wreckage coughing and gagging on each breath I took. The smell of gasoline and smoke mingling together was no doubt filling my lungs making it harder to breathe, struggling for air I brought the sleeve of my black leather jacket up to cover my nose and mouth, attempting to breathe through it.

The sun was descending into the sky, bringing with it the cold chill of night, and there still wasn't a trace of my family or the small crew that had been on board. I had found some of my luggage, as well as some other useful things like food, water and a first aid kit.

Sinking to the ground I wrapped my arms around myself, watching the sky darken I felt all my hope and motivation disappearing along with it only one through running through my mind.

I'm Alone.

I knew I couldn't let myself wallow like I wanted, I couldn't scream and cry out because that wouldn't fix anything and as numb as I felt I was a Collins. I would survive this. Someone had to be looking for me...for us. I thought as my left hand, the one without a broken finger, reached down to pull out my dad's knife from my boot.

It wasn't the only weapon my father had taught me how to use. Slipping it from its protective case I held it firmly in my hand, the way my father had shown me a hundred times, I had never had a reason to use it before, just like outside of the shooting range I'd never had a reason to fire a gun something I now wish I had. Even my bow from my archery lessons would have been greatly appreciated, I sighed, the knife was all I had but it would do because I knew I was the dangerous weapon.

My father had made sure of that. Defending yourself was important and with karate, ty-Kwando and kick boxing under my belt with or without a weapon in my hands I knew I was just as deadly if need be.

Tomorrow I'll have to move. I thought glaring at my surroundings.

Try to find some sort of civilization and get help. If my family is out here, I won't be able to find them on my own. Clenching my teeth, I tightened my grasp on the hunting knife that sat firmly in my hold.

I'll need the help. My stomach turns at the thought, normally you're supposed to stay at the site of the wreck and wait for help. But a crash landing on a hill that feels more like a mountain side, it's hard to think anyone is coming.

Sleep wouldn't come for me this night, I knew that as every nerve in my body hummed like electricity was flowing through my veins that the only way I would pass out was if exhaustion over took me…and I planed on fighting that as long as I could.