The plane had been shaking for sometime now. It'd woke Daisy up from her nap. Taking one earphone out of her ear at a time, she looked over to the passenger next to her. "What's going on?" She asked, grogginess lacing a few of her words. The boy beside her shrugged and peeked around the aisle to see what was going on. From the look on his face, he had no clue. She rested her head back in her seat and sighed, playing around on her iPod to keep her mind off of things. She'd been on plane's plenty of times but they still made her uncomfortable. In the middle of looking for a song to listen to, she paused.
"What's that smell?" She sniffed the air, sitting up in her seat and looking around. The plane had become foggy. Daisy, being curious, leaned over and peeked out the window. "Oh my God." She mumbled. "The plane is smoking." She whispered to herself. Just as the words escaped her mouth, the plane began to slant, coming to a nose dive.

Gasps and panicked screams filled the air. Yellow oxygen masks fell from the ceiling and everyone frantically attached them to their face, including Daisy. She was panicking now, hyperventilating, just knowing she was going to die. "We're going down!" She heard the pilot yell over the PA. "Brace yourselves!" The plane made that infamous noise that you only hear on TV. Whirring as it came closer and closer to it's impact with the water below.
Daisy closed her eyes, holding onto the armrest of her seat as they continued to plummet. "We're coming in too hot!" She heard a passenger scream. She opened her eyes and glanced around, the plane was full of smoke and in flames.

"Our Father who art in heaven-" Daisy's head slammed into the seat in front of her, knocking her out cold.

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Daisy's head felt like it carried the weight of the world. She was in pain and dizzy, but couldn't find the strength to open her eyes. She had blacked out, only coming to, just once. Her eyes peeked up at a bright blue, cloudless sky. She was surrounded by water and in someone's arms. Just as quickly as she'd made those observations, she blacked out again.

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“Hey... Hey, wake up.” A boy, Luke, gently shook the shoulders of a girl who was passed out on the beach. Their plane had crashed. Daisy's once straight hair was now curly and plastered on her face. She groaned, reaching a hand to her sore cheek.

“What?” She slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Luke’s tanned, scratched face hovering over hers. His black hair dripped tiny droplets of saltwater onto her forehead which burned. “What happened?” She asked him. Slowly, Daisy sat up and began to scan the area. “Are we on an island?” Her hazel, tired eyes met his brown worried ones. Luke nodded.

“We are. The plane crashed in the ocean. It’s way over there now.” He pointed towards the water where you could see the tip of the plane disappearing below the surface.

“Listen. I’m gonna give it to you straight. I don’t know where we are or if we’ll be rescued any time soon. A lot of us didn't make it. The one's who did... They're all pretty banged up.” He sat back on the sand, nervously running his hand through his hair.
“Are you alright? You hurt?” He asked. “When the plane went down, you bumped your head pretty hard.”

“I think so.” She remembered the man was sitting next to her on the plane. “My cheek hurts. Are you ok?” Daisy asked in return. Besides the few scratches on Luke's face, he didn’t look hurt. She hadn't quite grasped the fact that the plane crashed. Daisy was in a dreamlike state. Nothing seemed real to her.

“I’m fine.” Luke looked Daisy in the eyes. “Your cheek is bruised and your head stopped bleeding.” For a moment, he looked her face and body over for any more injuries as she lay in the white sand.

“I was bleeding?” Daisy exclaimed, feeling all over her head to see where she was hurt. Wincing when she found the spot. There was something on it. A cloth? She looked at her hand to see the tips of her fingers stained red. She could tell the serious bleeding had stopped, but it hadn’t quite ceased yet. The sleeve of Luke’s shirt was missing. He'd used it to bandage her head.

Jackson attempted to keep his calm, even as the plane began jumping around. The pilot announced that it was simply turbulence, but the man was almost completely guaranteed that they were going to crash. He hadn't been on a plane before...in his entire life, and googling 'deadly plane crashes' didn't help his confidence in the matter at all. Not at all. With a silent sigh, he rested his elbows on the rests, quickly flicking through his cheap iPod and selecting the iTunes app. He didn't have much music, but, as always, listening to some Skillet seemed to calm his nerves and force him to think rationally. They wouldn't crash. They wouldn't crash. They wouldn't crash. "The secret side of me, I never let you see...I keep it caged but I can't control it." The man murmured under his breath, sharp eyes turning towards the window of the plane as he attempted to keep his breathing under control. The 'turbulence' was beginning to act up again, and Jackson clenched his tanned hands over the top of the arm rest, teeth gritting.

"I-is that smoke?!" A random passenger suddenly yelled out, forcing Jackson to pause his music and arch his head awkwardly against the window. Sure-fucking-enough, there was smoke coming from the plane's wings, and he could hear the pilot attempting to keep the peace over the intercom. Sadly, people were now standing, cramming against the windows in a futile attempt to get a good look at the smoking turbine motors. There was a haze of conversation and hysterity, but, for some reason, no one was outright panicking. Maybe some sort of weird, twisted sense of amazement overtook their forms, or something similar. Jackson, however, was overcome with a sense of realization. "We're going to fucking crash." He growled, half in shock, and half in annoyance. The man tore off his belt, arm tearing upwards to grab his lowered oxygen mask and slam it onto his face, just as the plan began cramping and losing altitude at a heavy rate. Metal began bending, shrapnel flying everywhere, and finally, people began screaming and yelling as their forms were thrown to and fro. Jackson stood up, barely maintaining his balance as he grabbed his water-proof bag, strapping it securely across his back. He wasn't going to die here.

A snag caught onto the front of his shirt, and the man barely released a growl of annoyance as the metal ripped open his shirt, quickly slicing the loose fabric into ribbons. Grabbing an iron-clad grip onto the piece of metal, Jackson tore it away from his shirt, thankfully only slicing a shallow cut on his chest. His shirt was completely ruined however, and as he was jostled and pushed by rushing and panicked passengers, Jackson tore off the shirt, leaving his torso breathable as his pants were lightly torn from the flying shrapnel. Small, shallow, and non-lethal cuts began littering his arms and torso as the plane began dropping altitude faster and faster, and Jackson couldn't see...anything. Everything was a haze. A haze of crashing, slicing metal, smoke, and fire. As soon as he felt the torn plane crash into the ocean, the man managed to kick open his glass window, leaping out just as the plane broke the surface of water....

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Jackson was awoken by the stinging of salt water on his sore wounds. He slowly opened his eyes...only to close them immediately as they were swarmed by what seemed to be oil and water. Blubbering and coughing, the man shot up to the surface, rubbing his wet hair off of his forehead and glancing around. It was chaos. The plane was crashed in the water, nothing but smoldering ruins, and the cries and yells of injured and dying passengers tore through his sensitive ears. Treading carefully on the water, the man cautiously checked his back for his brown backpack. Sure enough, it was still there, and so he glanced back out into the ocean, mentally thankful for the swimming lessons he was forcibly shoved into by his father. "Think...think...think..." He growled to himself, glancing around. Through the haze of smoke, he could see what seemed to be sand - an island! Without even a backwards glance at the wreckage, Jackson dived into the water, swimming towards the, in his eyes, paradise for sore eyes. Adrenaline blocked out the stinging of his cuts, and the salt water sparked up his energy. He would make it through this.

Within seconds, he made it to the island, and the shirtless man bravely climbed into the warm sand, not even pausing when he noticed the appearance of two survivors nearby. He headed straight towards the closest tree, collapsing against it's bark and gazing at his small injuries. "Shit...

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Delilah panted, half-submerged in water, near the shore. She coughed out yet another galloon of the salty liquid, a large, bloody gash carving across the back of her neck. Her eyes were half-lidded, and she seemed faint.

Pandora blacked out as soon as the plane hit the water. She managed to hit her head on the window and the rest of the crash was history. Her senses came to when she felt the rush of cold salt water hitting her face. The plane was sinking and she was still inside. All around her, she could hear screaming people. Pandora glanced over to her father who was impaled by some type of pole. She went into a panic.
"Papa! Papa!" She screamed as she clawed at her seat buckle. She broke free and the water was rising quickly. She cupped her fathers face in her hands.
"Papa!" She screamed once more, her mouth filled with salt water. She knew it was too late and she didn't have the time to respect his soul or else she would be dead too. She took a quick gasp of breath and went under, trying to find an exit. It was nearly impossible to see as the water was stained red with blood and there were floating bodies everywhere. A red Exit sign still shone through the water and she escaped through the door and swam toward the surface. She felt as if her lungs were going to give out and she took a huge gasp of breath once she broke through, only to be interrupted by a large wave that crashed over her. She tumbled in the water, loosing sense of which way was up. All she could do was kick. Once again she tried to swim to the surface for air but another wave crashed down on her. Bubbles blocked her view, but she could still see the shadows of dead bodies now taking the ocean as their final grave. Pandora couldn't seem to fight the waves and current and she was now to weak to try. The water stung her eyes and her lungs as she swallowed more and more of it. Finally, yet again, she blacked out. She was close enough to the island though that the current washed her body ashore, only a few meters off from where the small group have assembled.

Billy remained as calm as he could in the plane as the captain was making his announcements, trying to remember the procedures that will result in him keeping his own life. Grabbing the air mask, he started to breath normally. While the others were somewhat in a panic Billy kept himself cool. Until......

WHAM! One turbulence bump was a little too much for him as he hit his head on the back of his chair. Thankfully he didn't have his tray down, who knows what may have happened if that had occurred.

Shortly after his black-out, Billy was awakened after feeling the salt water wade into his socks and shoes. The plane had hit and was beginning to sink! Billy tried to get his wits together. He noticed that some passengers were leaving via the life raft. At least what looked like a life raft, to Billy it looked like a giant orange blur. Billy was near sighted and lost his glasses during the turbulence.

Quickyl Billy grabbed what he could and unbuckled himself. He grabbed his briefcase and glasses and started to head out toward the orange blob which became slightly clearer. He put his eyeglasses to his eyes and felt a small scrape and cut that would accompany his headache.

Billy took off the glasses and saw that they were broken during the blackout, they were now useless to him. "Dang it" Billy told himself as he tossed them to the side and quickly got into the raft.

As the raft cast off with some other passengers, Billy checked himself. His phone still worked, no bars obviously, but hey, he still had his showtunes. He turned off the phone to conserve power, he may need it later. His eye glass kit was still with him, though it's purpose deflated with no eyeglasses to use. And his briefcase with belongings thankfully was still intact. His new shoes were ruined however, along with the bottom of his pants. But overall, now too many injuries...wait.

Billly however didn't all too well. Along with the headache, he felt a warm liquid on the side of his head, he felt the side. Blood. He was starting to bleed from the head wound.
"Is anyone on this raft a doctor? I'm bleeding!"

Clara flinched as another bought of turbulence wracked the plane. She always hated flying, but her job as a model called for it. Her agency often sent her to France and Italy among other places around the world. Turbulence was no new concept for her. She pulled out her iPod and put the ear-buds in, playing the songs on 'shuffle' to try and drown out the rattling of the plane. The people in the row across from her had panicked looks on their faces and kept pointing out the window at something, but she didn't pay them any mind. They were probably new to traveling by air and got scared by the shaking.

Suddenly, the plane lurched and Clara was thrown into the seat in front of her. She pulled the ear-buds out and stuffed her iPod in her backpack. She lifted the plastic shade on her window, but she couldn't see anything except smoke. Her green eyes snapped wide open in panic. She tried to think rationally. What should she do to survive? The first thing that came to mind as to grab her backpack and hold it tightly in her lap. She wasn't sure if that would help, but she wasn't an expert on plane wrecks and she had no clue what to do. She slammed her eyes shut, curled her body over her backpack and braced for impact.

---

By the time Clara awoke, she was bobbing up and down in water. She felt stinging cuts along her arms, legs, and torso, and when she opened her eyes she saw the water was stained crimson. For a panicked moment, she thought it was all her blood, but then she saw the corpses floating nearby. She instantly felt sick to her stomach. Those poor people! They probably all had families that would miss and grieve for them. Despite the situation, she felt a pang of envy. Her parents didn't care for her like that.

I should have died instead of them.

Clara was surprised at the morbid thought, and she quickly pushed it away, instead searching for some place to find refuge. To the left, she spotted a sandy beach. She grabbed her backpack - it was floating next to her, one of the straps hooked on her arm - then swam towards it without hesitation. She was a strong swimmer, having been taught at a young age in her parents' indoor pool, so she reached the island in a matter of minutes.

Clara clambered onto the shore, coughing and shivering from both the cold and the shock of what just happened. She curled up in the sand and lay there, letting the sun warm her frigid body for a few minutes while she took in what happened.

The plane caught on fire somehow and crashed, and Clara was now stranded on an island.

What now?

Perhaps there were other survivors.

Clara got up shakily to her feet and slung her bag over her shoulder. She brushed the sand off of her torn jeans and t-shirt, then tried to comb some of it out of her hair. She hated feeling dirty. After a moment, she took a step to see if her legs would support her. They did, so she began to walk slowly along the beach in search of others who may have survived the wreck.

The coat weighted him down more than the waves, which seemed to smack him every time the Frenchman tried to get back to the surface. Amidst it all he forgot the techniques to stay floating, not that he ever thought he’d have to remember, so at this point Nathaniel, a sad image, was just flailing with his eyes shut, fighting the ocean as well as his own panic. The seawater managed to keep him up, but he sure had to cough it all out when someone grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him right next to a raft as he squealed an embarrassingly weak noise. He hung onto the thing instinctively with both arms, his eyes still half closed and hurting from the salt, panting, swearing. When one of his eyelids tore itself upwards at last his mind began settling into the situation at hand. This was bad, but statitics were in his favor, or so he read. Bad luck lets a skeptic’s mind finally be optimistic for once. Good philosophy, potentially. He’ll tell someone once he gets rescued – in about ten hours maximum.

He attempted to push the hair back from his view with his left hand and almost got pulled down again, so the job wasn’t done. He gazed around through his wet, dangling fringe and swore again. Unless they find land he’ll be in this unfortunate situation for a long time. He waited for a wave to help him up with minimal dignity and at the right moment hoisted himself on board the raft. Still he landed the way unfit people climbed out of the pool: on their stomach, pathetically. Nathaniel got straight and slid to the back of the raft where he took broader gander around, still only with one eye. The facts were there. Their scene he was in mesmerized the medical student for a while, as he lost focus and begun comparing it to what he would have imagined a plane crash to be like beforehand. He made use of his fingernails to comb through his hair again, finding that everything was unbearably sticky, and his mouth still tasted too salty. And his phone wad gone. Miserable disposition.

Jade laughed as she took pictures with her group of friends, making weird faces and randomly taking quick snaps of them while they were unaware. "Why is the plane moving so much?" Jade turned to Derek who was sitting next to her and slunk into her seat, putting her phone away. "It's turbulence. Don't worry. We still have a while longer, so I'm gonna take a nap." Jade nodded as Derek put his earbuds back in and she decided to do the same. She was barely putting in her headphones when she heard someone mention smoke. "What?" Jades head snapped up and she quickly looked out the window, her eyes widening. "Derek....." She turned and shook his arm, but before he could even ask what, the screaming began. Not even a minute after, the plane plummeted down towards what seemed like everyone's death. Jade screamed as tears streamed down her face, her heart pounding so fast she thought it was going to jump out of her chest. Derek helped her put her yellow mask on but he didn't put his.

As they neared the water, Derek stood up, fighting against gravity to reach the emergency exit. Panicking, Jade did the same, making her way after him. "Hold on.... Not yet..... In 3.....2...... Now!!!" Derek quickly kicked the door open and grabbed Jade, the suction of the air throwing them out of the plane and sending them crashing into the water. 'Water' Jades eyes opened wide while underwater. Derek's grip on her was long gone and she began to panic once more. She immediately surfaced and gasped for air, the sound of the plane crashing into the water replaying in her head. "Derek?! Derek!!!!" Jade screams came out shrill and high pitched, the outcome of panic and fear. She caught a glimpse of trees not far off and she began swimming towards in, hoping to find someone there.

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Jade crawled onto the island, her breathing labored after swimming against the current. She began to sob and collapsed into the sand, the sound of waves crashing and seagulls calming her down after a few minutes.
After she had rested for a brief moment, she stood up, looking down at her wet clothes. She frowned and took off her back pack and shrugged off her hoodie, walking over to the nearest tree and hanging it off the lowest branch. "Jade!!" "Derek?!" She turned quickly and gasped as she saw her friend crawl out of the water, a gash across his forehead. "Oh my god." She ran to him, falling on to her knees and letting him rest. "Here, let me help." She let him rest his head on her lap as she store the bottom part of her blouse, wringing it out and placing it on the gash. "It's not much but it will stop the bleeding....." She looked around the beach, hoping to find any other survivor.

What's the best position to be in before your plane suddenly goes on fire and begins crashing? Well, obviously it would be someone who's buckled in and ready to jump at a moment's notice. However, Alanna had convinced herself that absolutely nothing would happen. So, she was curled up in her seat with her earphones plugged in and her head rested against the back of her seat. She was officially bored now and sleep wouldn't come to her and she had quickly ran out of things to do in the first half of the flight. Staring at the total hottie beside her sufficed as entertainment enough - he looked like a farmer.

Unfortunately, that didn't do for long enough and she finally ended up drawing things in her sketchbook to fill the time between take-off and landing. At first, she didn't actually hear the panic because she was listening to her music but eventually she caught onto it. Quickly, her eyes followed everyone else's and she nearly had fifty consecutive heart-attacks. Their plane's right engine was smoking, small flames occasionally leaping up and firing into the air.

Quickly, she followed the weird guide for what to do and put herself into the brace position after resting her backpack between her chest and her legs. Then the shaking started, and she was extremely sure that today would be the fine day she died. Out of the corner of her eyes, she caught the hottie who was also apparently an idiot - he had reached out and pulled an oxygen mask out for himself. Now, Alanna wasn't the brightest bulb in the electric store but she was very certain that you don't need oxygen if you're crashing, only if the pressure was lowered or a fire had engulfed the plane.

The fire from the engine didn't seem to spread but it really didn't need to as the plane suddenly slammed into the warm Pacific waters and instantly broke apart into small scatterings of a wreckage. All the time, Alanna was thrown about like a small rag-doll caught between two momentous forces.

When she did wake up, her limp body was bobbing with the waves as pain engulfed her entire form. She could quite definitely feel blood, she could see blood around her but it was unknown on what in God's name the source of that blood was. She was thankful of her buoyancy as she floated continuously for an hour or so before she gained some strength to look around. At first, she thought she was hallucinating and instantly thought she was dead before she got another kick of pain and she reminded herself that she was very much alive.

Alanna decided that she had little to no chance of getting out of this alive and kicking but having an island would increase her chances drastically. So, she slowly began kicking with the one leg that didn't feel like it was being chewed on by a T-Rex. After a bit, she lost energy but that didn't matter when the tide began to softly carry her inward until she was washed up on the beach. This was not good.

Daisy groaned, planting her hands in the sand and pushing off to stand up. She was wobbly but on her feet. "Oh man, what the hell happened?" She knew the plane had crashed, but she still couldn't believe it. Scanning the beach from where she stood, she saw it was spotted with a few survivors. "Geez, it's hot." She attempted to take her hoodie off before a sudden shot of pain shot through her head, causing her to immediately crouch down in the sand, both hands on either side of her head. She let out a pained scream, closing her eyes tight and holding her head as if it were about to split apart.

"Oh, God. What's wrong?" Luke exclaimed. He had no clue what to do and Daisy didn't answer him. He'd just saved this girl from a burning plane, he didn't want to see her die on the beach.

"My head." Daisy cried. She opened her eyes, looking up at the boys face. Everything began to swirl, double, and mix together. It was making her dizzy and queasy. She just wanted this nightmare to be over. She wanted to be back at home with her mom, snuggled up on the couch and watching her favorite television show. But she couldn't. She was stranded on a beach in the middle of the ocean.

"Stay with me." Luke gently removed her hands from the side of her head and held them in his. "What's your name? I'm Luke." He began to ask her questions to get her mind off of the pain. Listening carefully, he'd heard the girls name squeak from her lips. "Daisy? That's a pretty name. Where you from, Daisy?" She didn't answer. "I'm from Chicago." Luke sighed, frowning. He wasn't a doctor, he didn't know what to do to help Daisy. He knew she didn't have a cracked skull or anything too serious because if she did, she would've been dead by now from the loss of blood.

Daisy felt a wave of nausea come over her and began to cough. "Luke." She said between coughs. He raised a brow, waiting for her to go on. "Move." She said quickly, pushing him out of the way, wrapping an arm around her stomach, and threw up. Her entire body ached and she hated the fact that she was such a mess in front of Luke. Plus, Luke was hot and which made Daisy feel embarrassed.

"Is anyone here a doctor?" Luke called, not knowing to who because he had no idea how many people were on the island or if people would still show up. He didn't wait for a reply. He held Daisy's hair out of her face and rubbed her back until she was done. Luke kicked sand over the mess Daisy made and helped her up. "C'mon, let's move you to the shade." They began to walk towards a nearby tree where he would leave her to rest while.

Clara stumbled across the beach, sand filling her loafers. The grains rubbed uncomfortably against her feet, so she took the shoes off. She tried to orient herself and get out of the haze her mind was in by running through facts. Maybe that would make the whole situation a little bit easier.

Fact: The plane crashed. Why? She wasn't sure, but she did know her luck had plummeted to an all time low.

Fact: She had somehow landed on an island that, as far as she knew, was in the middle of nowhere in the pacific ocean. At least that was one good thing. The plane could have gone down over an empty stretch of water and she could have drowned.

Clara saw what looked like two figures beneath a tree up ahead. Her eyes widened in surprise and relief.

Fact: She wasn't alone on the island.

She picked up her pace, wanting to reach the others as fast as she could. As she got closer, she was able to make out a few more details. There was a boy and a girl. The girl looked injured, but Clara couldn't tell how badly. Both of them were pretty bedraggled, though. She suddenly felt self-conscious about her own appearance. In her career, image was everything, so she couldn't help but worry about looking unruly. She forced herself to put the thought aside. She just came out of a plane crash! What did it matter if she didn't have perfect hair and flawless skin? It's not like there would be a photo shoot on an uninhabited island.

"Um hey," Clara said when she reached the two people. She stared at her feet and tried not to stare at the girl's injuries. Blood always made her feel woozy. She realized she hadn't planned this out at all; she was at a loss at what else to say. Silence drew out awkwardly as Clara shuffled her bare feet, burying her toes in the sand. "So, um, do either of you know where we are?" She bit her lip. It was a stupid thing to ask. Of course they wouldn't know where they were, and the girl was in no state to reply. Clara wanted to run, she was so embarrassed, but she also didn't want to leave them. As far as she knew, there were no other survivors and she didn't want to end up on her own again.

"What was that?" Derek glanced up at Jade as a scream pierced the air. "I don't know..." Jade helped Derek up. "You should be good now. You'll probably have an annoying headache, but it's better for you to stay awake. It's best whenever you have a concussion." They both dusted the sand off and began walking over to where the scream came from. "Look! We're not the only ones!" Jade half gasped as she ran over, Derek continuing to walk. "Is everyone okay here...... Are there any broken bones or puncture wounds?" Her voice trailed off as she saw another girl throwing who looked pale and pretty banged up compared to herself. "Don't let her go to sleep. At least not within the next two hours." Jade observed the girl before looking at the guy. "Both of you don't look too bad. Pretty banged up, but nothing too serious, hopefully." Derek walked up behind Jade and awkwardly waved at everyone. "Um. Hey. I'm glad to see there's more survivors." He looked around and got a glimpse of others not too far from where the small group was. Jade turned to where Derek was looking and sighed of relief. It didn't change the fact that others had died, but at least they wouldn't be alone. At least one of the few people here would know what they were doing. "I can't believe this just happened." A surge of panic and fear hit Jade but she kept her composure, not wanting to freak anyone out.

She must have laid there for a dozen minutes or so before she even bothered to look up. It was tropical, like somewhere a super-rich boyfriend would take you on holiday. Unfortunately, Alanna didn't have any super-rich boyfriends on hand, they might have been a little helpful in motivating her.

Motivation was exactly what she needed right now as pain tugged at the very edges of her being. She couldn't see anyone else and this only fortified the thoughts of isolation and eventual death upon the island. She wouldn't pull a Castaway, there would be no freighters coming to pick her up. She would eventually die on the island and there wasn't a thing she could do - Alanna had never watched an episode of a survival show and she had the survival knowledge of an introvert.

She would never ever admit it, but she thought about it. She thought about rolling over and letting the pain have it's way with her and quickly give up on ever trying to get out of this. But she knew she couldn't, she had a life ahead of her and a mother and father, she couldn't afford to give up.

So, she ignored the pain flying through her as she crawled up and tried to pull her torso off the ground. This must have failed on multiple occasions and she screamed more than once but finally, she was up and inspecting her wounds. Unfortunately for her, she had a small price of shrapnel embedded in her thigh - something that would be very painful to remove.

Daisy looked up at the three people who'd approached her and the boy, Luke. She had no idea when they had gotten there or how long they'd been standing around. "Huh?" She closed her eyes tight in hope that it would prevent her from seeing double. When she opened them again, she studied the faces of the three. Two girls, blonde. One looked to be the same age as Daisy, the other just a year or two older. Then there was the boy. He stood tall like Luke, he was handsome, and had tiny freckles over his nose. She hadn't noticed before, but Luke was speaking to them.
"I'm Luke. That's Daisy." He nodded to Daisy who was still a little out of it. He felt bad for her. He barely knew the girl and he felt terrible because she was the only one who seemed to be hurt the most. "To answer your first question, I have no clue where we are." He spoke to the nervous girl who looked to be the same age as Daisy. He watched as she began burying her toes in the sand. "And you two." Luke looked up at what he assumed to be a couple, as they stood in front of him. "I won't let her go to sleep. Promise." Luke gave them a small, barely visible smile. "Glad to see there are other survivors. I wonder if anyone else made it..." Luke began to trail off, looking out at the ocean, trying to pick out anything he could see.
"So what are your names?" Daisy finally spoke up. She had heard most of the conversation and was trying to focus on what everyone was saying. Her head hurt like something terrible, but she didn't want to feel out of the loop.

"I'm Derek." Derek gave them a small half smile and gestured towards Jade. "This is Jade. We were on a summer trip with a group of our friends from back at home." Derek frowned as he said it, Jade had turned around back towards the group with tears streaming down her face. "I'm hoping some made it out." She wiped the tears away and sighed. "I'm probably going to go scout the beach for more people." Derek gave Jade a small pat on her shoulder before waving at the group. "I'll be back. If there's people out there that need any type of medical attention, I can at least try to help them." Jade nodded and watched Derek walk away. "He's going to school to be a doctor... It's kind of weird that we'd be the only ones out of our group to end up surviving. We barely even talked before."

The raft with its few passengers eventually landed upon the sand. Of course there was no doctor, why would there be? Now with a horrendous headache, no ability to look more than 10 feet in front of him, and ruined shoes, Billy exited the raft when the island became clear and helped pull it with the other nameless guests. It was best to have as many supplies as possible.

As he leaned down to recollect his briefcase, he overheard that one of the other castaways was going to school to become a doctor. He collected himself and walked toward where we believed was the source of the sound. Thankfully he had near perfect hearing and was able to discover him, even if in his poor state. Billy took a breath and tapped the man who said his name was "Marik" or something along the lines of that. Billy didn't say the name since he needed to make a fine enough reason to be treated.

"Pardon me" Billy began. "But I overheard that you were in training to become a doctor? Perhaps you can help my situation, my name's Billy Belling and I require medical attention for a cut and possible head trauma."

(Accidental Double post, sorry)

A lot of things were going on.

Jackson slowly opened his eyes from the short rest he had taken, smirking once he realized that the pain from his welts had gone away. He didn't feel the ache anymore either, seeing as his calloused skin had taken so much more pain in his times as a farmer. It took a few seconds for him to stand, but when he did, the man had to brace himself against a tree as a shudder ran through his body. "Movin' so suddenly probably ain't the bes' idea..." He murmured, dooziness forcing his Texan accent to come out a bit more thicker than what it actually sounded like. As soon as the shivers stopped, he straightened back up, beginning to take in account the state of his form. The skin along his muscular torso was now littered with a series of angry red welts and scars, but none of them were bleeding, and the sea water cleansed it from any dirt - meaning that they didn't have a chance of getting infected. There was a small cut on his jaw, but nothing bad, and it had stopped bleeding as well. Other than that, he was completely fine, and he wanted to jump due to him not being injured all that much.

'Now...'bout them...' Jackson's eyes returned to the large group of survivors that were on the shore. There were...around seven? Eight...survivors conversing amongst themselves, seemingly asking about injuries and the location of their current island. Jackson twisted his torso left and right, attempting to garner feeling inside of his body. He needed his blood to be pumping before he attempted to do anything strenuous. After a few seconds, he felt the dull aches fade away, and his energy return. He still had a minor headache from the crash, but it wasn't anything major, and even that was slowly disappearing. Once he felt better, Jackson sighed, before running a hand through his wet hair and mentally preparing himself for potentially panicking citizens.

"...Hey, name's Jack." He greeted them all, his deep voice still retaining it's Texan drawl. He coughed in his fist, "Seems like we all got banged' up pretty good."

Daisy looked up to see another newcomer. Good. More survivors meant a better chance or surviving this island. The boy introduced himself as Jack. "I'm Daisy. That's Luke." She nodded over to Luke who had a surprised look on his face. He wasn't expecting Daisy to speak. "You got a bit of an accent." She paused. "Where you from?" Daisy looked back at Luke then to Jack as she waited on him to speak. She knew she needed to hurry up and feel better. She knew they'd need to explore the island, look for food, build a shelter, and start a fire for the night. At least two of those things could be done today if she was up to it. She also knew they needed to they needed to find fresh water.

Before Jack had a chance to answer Daisy's last question, Daisy turned to Luke. "Did you happen to grab my backpack when you saved me?" She asked. Luke nodded, standing up and jogging to the spot Daisy first woke on the beach. Grabbing the backpack, he jogged back to Daisy and handed it to her. She thanked him, unzipping the bag and taking out a half empty water bottle. For some reason she was extremely thirsty. She took a few gulps then returned the bottle to her pack. She knew she couldn't drink the whole thing until they found fresh water on the island.

Derek looked over at the man speaking to him and nodded. "Hello, I'm Derek. Of course. I can try to help but I've only gotten so far into the program.... Where's the cut at?" Derek shrugged his backpack off and began to dig in it, taking out a small first aid kit. I it were bandages along with hydrogen peroxide, medical tape, scissors, a thin wire for stitching and a needle as well as a bottle of aspirin. "If it's not too bad, we can just clean it up and put something on it... Now tell me about your head. Do you remember where you hit it? Is there any nausea?"

Jade turned to see a young man walking up to the small group. She felt relieved with the fact that there weren't survivors, but there's was still an uneasy feeling in her stomach. "I'm Jade." She smiled at him but only for a brief moment, her attention being drawn back to the ocean. "Look. There's things in the water." She pointed towards the distance where the plane crash was, small dark objects visibly bobbing up and down in the water. She walked over to where the water met her feet and stopped. "They might have stuff to help us get by for the next few days or weeks." At this point, she was talking more to herself than to the others. Jade looked down at the water crashing into the shore and frowned, knowing she wouldn't go out to see and get them. "Maybe we can wait for them to wash into the shore." She turned and walked back to the group, her thoughts moving past the crash and thinking ahead, or maybe just catching up to what the others thought. "We need to gather everyone up and make some sort of camp site. There we can tend to each other's injuries and make some sort of plan.... And get out of this sun." She pulled her hair up in a bun, the heat had already began to make her sweat a bit and she didn't want her hair sticking to her face.