~Things could have been worse...~She had always wanted to be a pilot, to be able to fly a plane and have nothing around you but sky. Rachel got her wish. She graduated from an Airforce program in college and started training right away. She gathered hundreds of hours of flight time while just training. But it wasn't until the war that she got any real experience.
She was a fighter pilot, one of the only females. Her family had practically disowned her for wanting to join the military, and the men in the force all ignored her. All she had was her plane, but even that was taken away.
Where was she now? Well, she was dazed and in enemy hands. Her blond hair was streaked with blood from a cut on her forehead. Her hands were bound infront of her as she was led through the undergrowth of the jungle by her captors. None were speaking her language, but that didn't mean they didn't know it.
Rachel had tried to land her plane so it could easily be repaired, but things went bad as the open strip she was landing on, turned into jungle before she could get it stopped. She had been pulled out of her burning craft and now here she was. She was pretty certain she had done something to her ankle after tripping along the path they were taking. She now was limping and completely disoriented as to where she was. Would there be any hope of rescue? Or was she going to become one of the POWs that never come home?
Things could have been worse...
~...She could be dead.~
[[New starter. Wanted to give the idea a try. Be an enemy soldier that helps her or be a rescuer who finds her. Hoping for a romance, let's see how it goes.]]
