A angry red sky begins spilling lashing slams of rain onto the land. You are cold and soaked. You wander through the jungle looking for shelter of some kind. You come on a world war 2 fighter plane that has crashed landed. The cockpit is intact enough to hold the rain out. You get inside the wrecked airplane. While fishing around in there you light a butaine lighter that still works, a empty canteen, and a two thirds empty bottle of whiskey.