Personal Narrative: Surviving A Helicopter Crash

If I were to survive a helicopter crash, then nothing would be off the table to ensure that I would live long enough to be rescued. The definition of survival is “the state or fact of continuing to live or exist, typically in spite of an accident, ordeal, or difficult circumstances”. Entire TV show series and movies are dedicated to survival stories, where the hero or heroine has to go to drastic, and often disgusting, measures to see another day. People will do whatever they must for their own survival and quite often they lose their humanity in the process. I plan to survive while keeping my humanity intact, without letting my emotions get in the way of making logical decisions that will prolong my life, even if difficult. The first thing
However, if the wreckage were still intact enough to be used as shelter, that would definitely be considered an option instead of a cave or whatever else the forest had to offer. I would not leave the crash site without marking a tree closest to the wreckage and other trees along the way to make sure I could find my way back if needed, since it would be the most likely outcome that the rescue teams would find the helicopter before they would find a lone human wandering in the woods. I would take whatever I had that was sharpest—a knife, a rock, a piece of metal—and draw an X into the bark of the trees as I looked for shelter. A forest would have many resources. There would always be the high possibility of fallen tree limbs that I could use for a fire once I found somewhere dry and out of the storm. I could gather snow to boil so that I would have water to drink. Food, however, might be the hardest to come by. Animals would be in hibernation due to the weather and wild berries and nuts would not be ripe and ready for the picking during a snowstorm. Humans can survive longer without food than water, so water would be the first