Adam was flying his late father's old airplane across the Amazon. He was only 16, but he pretty much grew up on this airplane with his dad.

He never knew his mother. It's always just been him and his dad and whoever his father was shuttling at the time. Often, it would be the same people traveling with them to see their loved ones across the Amazon.

Flying, for the most part, was the safest way across the Amazon and, in some areas, the only way to get to where you were going.

Adam was currently at an elevation of 6500 feet and cruising at 120 knots. The sun was still high up above, which meant he should be able to get back before dark.

He was returning home after dropping a family of three off at their grandparents. They were regulars of fathers, and they decided to put their trust in Adam.

He appreciated their faith in him; two months had passed since his father had passed away, and he found it hard to get customers willing to trust someone as young as he was. He didn't blame them though flying was dangerous, and most had a family to consider.

Adam yawned. The day was clear with no signs of clouds making this day ideal for flying. It also made it boring. Adam always preferred adventure over mild weather. He dreamed of being a fighter pilot instead of just being a passenger pilot, but he had other duties like keeping his father's business afloat.

Adam rubbed at his eyes. He wasn't sure how his father always seemed to be wide awake, even at the most boring of times. He wondered if he wasn't cut out to be a passenger pilot. He loved flying, but days with mild wind and no complications made him sleepy.

Adams's eyes jerked wide open as a green cloud formed around him. The air instantly felt stuffy, and he could hear crackling noises from the cloud that engulfed the entire plane now.

The air was a thick green and surrounded the airplane. Lightning arced through the green air like it had a mind of its own the noise was so loud it drowned out all other noises.

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Adam pushed on the control wheel, attempting to put it into a dive. Only after a quick glance he noticed his airplane had no power. The loud noises of the cloud made it so that he couldn't hear the engines shut down.

Adams's eyes grew heavy as he tried to restart the engine. Something in the weird cloud made him feel drowsy, and he couldn't concentrate.

His eyes slowly shut as his mind gave in to the desire to sleep.

The sound of wildlife woke Adam from his slumber. The birds and insects were making their loud mating calls, and there was the occasional branch snapping as some animals stepped on loose twigs.

Adam opened his eyes. His whole body felt like someone beat every inch of it with a hammer.

He stared at the green forest ground beneath him for several seconds, unsure how it got there.

He could see pieces of his father's airplane beneath him strewn across the ground. He glanced around and knew from the trees around him that he had wrecked his father's plane in the rainforest.

Adam was currently up a tree 15 feet off the ground sitting in the cockpit seat upside down. The seat was dangling out of the front half of the plane, sitting on a rather large branch of a tree. He saw no signs of the back half of the aircraft, but there was a lot of wreckage beneath him, and it very well could have been down there.

The straps from the seatbelt dug into his already scabbed shoulders, making them bleed.

His shirt was torn in several different places and covered in dried blood and sweat.

He figured he must have been up the tree for about a day since his wounds had already scabbed over and his mouth was dry, and his body had already started to dehydrate.

Adam tried to unbuckle the seatbelt, but the buckle wouldn't budge, probably jammed because it held his full weight, which put a lot of pressure on it.

He reached into his front pocket for his father's old pocket knife he always kept with him and pulled it out. He brought the blade up against the strap that was holding him up and slowly said a prayer. If he were to land wrong and injure himself, his chances of survival would be less than zero, and his chances weren't that high, to begin with, anyway.

"Here goes nothing, " he muttered.

He cut the strap. The speed of the fall surprised him, and he landed far faster than he was expecting. His feet touched the ground first, and he felt a sharp pain shoot through his left ankle as he landed on it too hard. The pain made it impossible for Adam to catch himself, and he fell face-first onto the brush on the forest ground.

He noticed a sharp piece of metal sticking out of the ground mere inches from his face.

"That was lucky, " he said right before passing out again.