gunfire.insanejournal.com[ After trundling through overgrown forest and wandering on his own for a while, Heine made an interesting discovery. He figures sharing it is something he could do; it doesn't stir any kind of real intrigue in him, but it is weird as fuck to stumble across, for someone who lived underground his entire life. He points his phone camera toward the sight and backs up a little. It's a crashed jet; a smallish craft, black, probably single-pilot. ]
Plane crashed here. Long time ago, looks like.
[ There seems to be someone in the cracked windshield but... he's all bones. ]