Boom.

The last major sound Joseph heard, has he and some fisherman looked around, to a scene of carnage.
“Where the fuck are we?” asked one of the Fisherman, who’s name on his overalls is Matt.
“Don’t fucking know.. Shit… we should remove the survivors” another male on the right said, his name was covered slightly in blood but it read: J__COB.
“Where’s the rest of the crew?” asked Joseph standing up. 
A few shouts were heard from a few people, other men in fishermen uniform but also survivors were waving their hands from the various locations..
“Let’s hurry up and find them!”

[b]4 Hours Later[/b]

The various survivors have all been treated thru the broken first-aid boxes, a small temporary camp site was nearby has a few armed scouting parties were going to find some sort of clearing and or hostile beings, a few shots were heard here and their but nothing too big. Another male dressed in a fisherman uniform with a few men wearing straw hats and plaid shirts were behind him. Bob was his name.
“ Bob, whatcha find?”
“Clearing nearby... It’ll be enough “said Bob
A male in a black jacket with a gauze around his hand looked to Joseph “There’s a lot of wood and equipment .. me and a few friends could begin making huts and houses in this clearing…” said the male.
“Find what you can, move everyone to the clearing” stated Joseph.
“ So what we gonna do now?” asked Matt
“They need someone to lead them…” replied Joseph, has he moved to the clearing.