[ WP ] Your spaceship crashes from low earth orbit into a post-apocalyptic Mexico .

`` Oh shit oh shit!'' Shouted my engineer. `` What the fuck is going on?'' I asked my engineer. `` Well Captain, our ship is pretty much fucked.'' Said the engineer. `` We will reenter the atmosphere, and crash in the desert of Mexico.'' Said my engineer. `` Just how much time do we have before we crash?'' I asked the engineer. `` Well, about 15 minutes. But since our ship has heatshields, we may be able to survive the crash.'' Said my engineer, he looked like he was really creeped out. I announce to the crew that we are gon na crash: `` Hello, this is your captain speaking. We are gon na crash in Mexico in about 15 minutes and we may or may not survive. Buckle up, and stick together.''. I looked at the altimeter and our altitude was 97km. We entered the atmosphere. `` Entering the atmosphere of the Earth!'' My engineer said. `` The thing is, we are an extra-terrestrial species. The atmosphere may be toxic for us.'' I said to my Engineer. I noticed that our hull tempatures are around 1562 Celsius, which may destroy and blow up the ship. Altitude is 40km. `` Oh my fucking god! This is how I fucking die?!?!?'' Screamed the engineer. He looked scared. Altitude 2km. We impact the surface, and pass out. When I woke up, my oxygen supply in my space suit was at around 12 % and it was decreasing rapidly. I noticed that my engineer was dead, his whole right leg was missing. My oxygen tank goes out and I discover that all of the crew is dead. I step outside and I pass out due to oxygen loss. I wake up, and I see that I am strapped to a table and my left hand is missing. I am bleeding rapidly and I see someone in a gas mask and a vest. The person attempts to cut off my right hand with a knife, but I snatch the knife and kill him with it. I try to get back to my ship, but I pass out due to blood loss and I saw a bright light at the end of a tunnel....next thing I know someone rescues me and recruits me in their group of survivors. They attach an arm and I had my left arm back, thanks to a guy named Ivan who augmented a cyborg arm to function as my left arm. Next thing I know we are attacked, but with my shooting skills I successfully defend myself, and I live happily in this post apocalyptic Mexico, with an oxygen tank and a breathing mask of course because the air is toxic for me.
