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[sub][b][color=Black]LOCATION:[/color][/b] [i][color=Black]Beach[/color][/i]
[b][color=Black]INTERACTIONS:[/color][/b] [i][color=Black]N/A[/color][/i]
[b][color=Black]TIME OF DAY:[/color][/b] [i][color=Black]Evening[/color][/i]
[color=Black][b]HEALTH:[/b][/color] [i][color=Black]Arm sliced open[/color][/i][/sub] 
[color=Black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/right][center][hr] [color=black][b]COLTON BUNN[/b][/color]
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Pain. Every motion was pure agony. Pulling and pushing, forcing his way towards the shore. The burning was excruciating, every little movement felt as if needles were being pushed deeper into his arms. Exhaustion set in after escaping the plane, jumping over people to get to the exit then swimming as far away to avoid being sucked down with the others. It was an amazing feat to just escape that. Floating on his back allowed for a brief rest in the middle of the ocean, then he saw the island. That was when the pain started. Colton was not a young man, so even with escaping the plane with only minor injuries he still did not think he would survive floating much longer. So, it was pushing himself to the brink or risk drowning alone. Pushing through the pain all throughout his body, he was making it. Others were floating by clearly unconscious or unable to swim, but that was their problem. Keeping a calm mind in dangerous situations is key, focus on one goal at a time. Make it to the island. The first wave that overtook him was a surprise leaving him gasping for air. The second one was worse, sending him down to the ocean floor smashing against coral cutting his arm open and ripping skin on his hand. Able to reorient after the hit, he was able to use the waves to his advantage. 

Sand, at last, he made it. Finally flipping over to his back looking into the sky. The sand felt more like a bed than anything he had ever slept on before. Just a moment to rest, then he could address the situation. Just… one… moment. His eyes slowly closed as his feet stayed in the ocean the sun beating down on the pale Alaskan native. In sleep was the only time he found true peace, he finally drifted to sleep thinking about how proud he was to at least outlasted his father. 

A voice? Suddenly Colton’s eyes shot open, he heard someone talking. Rolling over onto his chest he began to get up, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his left arm. He quickly grabbed onto it realizing it was covered in blood. He mumbled [color=black]“Fuck.”[/color] In exhausted defeat. Then he heard another voice, this one deeper. [color=black]“Fuck.”[/color] He said with a bit of excitement behind it. There were people here to rescue him. He suffered through his pain slowly pushing his way up to his knees. One foot up then the other. Walking was agony, but he needed to find those voices. As he rounded the bend he saw them. Instantly he could tell from their torn clothes and look of distress that they too were from the plane. He did not greet them or acknowledge them. He just slowly sat back down, he was done. 

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[sub][b][color=Green]LOCATION:[/color][/b] [i][color=Green]Beach[/color][/i]
[b][color=Green]INTERACTIONS:[/color][/b] [i][color=Green][@Zoey White] [/color][/i]
[b][color=Green]TIME OF DAY:[/color][/b] [i][color=Green]Evening[/color][/i]
[color=Green][b]HEALTH:[/b][/color] [i][color=Green]Leg injury [/color][/i][/sub] 
[color=Black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/right][center][hr] [color=green][b]SOPHIA STAURT[/b][/color]
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Air finally began to fill her lungs, instinctively breathing in as much as she could once she awoke. As all of the air entered her lungs the water she inhaled began to come back up. Vomiting ensued with a coughing fit after. Sophia looked around realizing she was on an island, her confusion only mounted when she noticed she was holding onto a plane seat. It must have saved her life, keeping her afloat as she passed out in the ocean. All at once the confusion and worry went away, replaced by excruciating pain. [color=green]“Ahhhhgg, shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”[/color] The young redhead screamed in anguish as she rolled off the seat and onto the sand. Looking down she could see that her right leg was red and inflamed. She groaned loudly before letting her head fall back into the sand allowing her body to try to get used to the pain. 

Turning her head she saw something, among the luggage from the plane that floated in. “Hey!” She called out in desperation. [color=green]“Hey! I hurt my leg real bad! I need help!”[/color] Her scream came out hoarse as she desperately tried to get the woman’s attention. [color=Green]“Can you hear me!?”[/color] Sophia desperately tried to get the woman’s attention, but it seemed in vain. Sophia stared at the woman, seeing her chest slowly go up and down, but no movement otherwise. [color=green]“You have to be kidding me,”[/color] Sophia grumbled to herself realizing that the woman needed her to help instead of the other way around. 

The plan was to place both her legs onto the wet seat and tightening the straps to prevent them from moving around while she made her move. Obviously, it worked better in her mind. Getting her left leg up was easy. When it came to the right leg however that involved a lot more tears, screams and profanity. Finally securing her legs she was able to move across the sand on her belly towards the passed-out woman. It was smart to secure them. Dragging her leg across the warm sand would have been much worse especially with the distance. It took longer but required fewer breaks. 

Sophia stared at the woman with foam beginning to bubble out of her lips. She was drowning. Sophia quickly went over what she learned in her lifeguarding class in high school. Shifting her weight again the pain struck her causing her to freeze in mid-motion. Looking back down at the drowning woman, she was her only hope. Fighting through the pain Sophia managed to get balanced on her knees avoiding to much pressure on her right leg. Reaching down to the woman’s head she tilted her chin backward and leaned over to give her five rescue breaths. Sophia kept her eyes closed blowing hard into the unconscious woman’s mouth, trying to get oxygen into her lungs. Pulling away and whipping her lips she tried to remember what came next. [color=green]“Compressions.”[/color] She mumbled to herself while placing her hands on the woman’s chest. Repeatedly pushing on her chest trying to keep the woman alive. Sophia noticed that the woman’s eyes finally opened. Instinctively Sophia tilted the woman to her side knowing that all that water swallowed was now needing to come back up. [color=green]“You’re ok now. I think…”[/color]