[center][b]A Fresh Start[/b][/center]

"He's gotta be here somewhere... look under the desk... come on boss, please... there! by the windows!" Those were the words Salvatore heard before feeling his body being carried away from where he lost his consciousness. The sky ship that carried them carried too much passengers, and they paid the price for overloading. The last thing he remembers before the crash was the sight of an island with a tall mountain in the middle, the ship then crashes into land, tossing his body around the captain's cabin due to the impact.

"Boss.. you there? come on boss... you need to wake up..." he hears the voice again, this time in a worried tone. "Ughh..." Sal attempted to reply but his body was still shaken from the crash, rendering him to give into sleep. The person that spoke seemed to have sighed in relief, and left him alone to rest.

After a days of sleeping, Salvatore woke up and eventually rose from the bed. As he look around, he finds himself inside a tent, issued to the sky ship they were riding before. "Ah! boss you're finally awake!" says the person that spoke earlier. Sal turned to where the voice came from, only to see his secretary running towards him, and landing with a huge hug. "We thought you were gone...*sniff*... I'm glad you're alright.."

"Jeez Mary... its going to take a few more crash landings to take me out.." He replies, his secretary was very attached to him ever since she worked for the mercenary group, but this reaction was just a bit too uncomfortable for him. "Say.. why don't you fill me in with what happened.. I can't remember anything since we crashed..."

"Yeah..*sniff* well.. the ship couldn't take much passengers, causing the propellers to break down." Mary says while moving back from the hug. "We were lucky to crash on this island.. but we don't know anything about it.. its uncharted when I checked on the map"

Sal nodded slowly, letting the information sink into his mind. "How many survived the crash?" he says. "At least two hundred survived from the five hundred we left with... the civilian quarter was the first to hit land, we tried to save as many as we could.. but there wasn't much people to be saved." 

"And what of our men? how many are left?" Sal adds to his question, the loss of the civilians saddened him, but there wasn't much to do about it now. "There's a hundred that survived from the hundred and fifty we left with.. the ones that perished were stationed on the civilian quarters." 

"I'm glad to hear that... so, did you proceed with the emergency protocols?"

Mary nodded to Sal before opening her mouth to speak. "Just like in the protocol, the first thing that we did was extract the survivors, you included, from the crash. After the extraction, I've sent squads inside to gather any supplies and equipment they can. Fortunately for us, the cargo hold was intact, saving the food stockpile, crates of outdoor clothing and other supplies." 

Mary paused, wiping her runny nose before speaking again "Our men are couldn't salvage much from the armory section though, it burst into flames before they could take the rifles out, leaving us with only crates of ammunition and pistols."

"That'll do, I'm sure we wouldn't need weapons here anyways.. you said this was an uncharted island right?"

"Yeah.. but there's a possibility that there's locals here.. I mean, the island is teeming with life, we even saw a herd of deers not far from camp."

"Wait deers? they don't just come out in the open outside forests, where the hell are we?" Sal asked.

"Its best to see it for yourself." Mary replied before parting the tent covers for Sal to pass through.

Upon walking out of the tent, Sal see's a collection of survivors raising the first sharpened log as a foundation to the walls being built around the camp. Further looking around, Sal see's the camp situated on the cliff side, with the forest facing the entrance. There were smaller tents built around the tent he was in, but compared to his, the other ones seemed to fit only three to four people at a time. There was also a group of survivors not too far from the camp, cutting down trees with hatchets made from scrap metal from the crash site.

"How long was I out?" He asked Mary, who exited after Sal went out. "You were out for four days, your tummy had been grumbling since then, I'll go grab something for you to eat, alright?" she says before leaving Sal.

Salavatore stood still while letting everything he saw and heard sink in. The group did well while he's not around, which made him wonder why they even tried to look for him when they could handle themselves without him leading.