[right][color=yellow] Angela Jörg[/color]
[color=yellow]Location:[/color] The Beach
[color=yellow]Interactions:[/color] [@Aamaya], [@Leshy] 
[color=yellow] Time:[/color] Evening 
[color=yellow]Health:[/color] A medium cut in her right leg. 

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Angela couldn't tell how long she had been out: even if it was for minutes or a whole day. She sat again on the beach, getting closer to the water and washing a few of the cuts around her arms. She remembered falling asleep to the distant sound of voices but now she could see that she wasn't the only one to survive. 

Not much far on the beach, a woman and a guy helped someone who seemed to have a very bad arm injurie. She started walking, exploring the shore and the beach with her eyes seeing that not all of the passengers had the same luck as her and the others who were there in the beach.

The sun wasn't shining as brightly anymore. Some could even say it was a nice beach to spend the summer in if it was not for the fact that they all had no idea where they were and how long would they been staying there. After passing another two females in the beach, she found her luggage - or better saying, just the purse she was carrying with her before the crash.

She used the Swiss Knife to cut her jeans off and lousily tied her leg, trying to prevent the bleeding. A few flasks of antibiotics were broken but most of the pills were dry, that could be useful for some of the survivors but it probably wouldn't be enough to help everyone over there.

She turned around, going back to the woman and the guy with his arm burned.

[color=yellow] "Hey"[/color] she said throwing some of the pills to the girl [color=yellow] "Maybe you could deal with the infection with some of those. I'm not a doctor and I don't know if any of us here actually is but I don't need them for now and I have the feeling we are going to really need each other" [/color] 

She kept walking along the beach. The sea breeze giving her a chill that she decided to associate with cold and not fear. To her right, the forest stared at them: watching the wreckage on the beach, the new people, the intruders. The trees sheltering whatever was hidden inside that green inferno.

A few steps away was a shirtless man sitting by a fire. His eyes in the ocean probably waiting or looking for something. 
She kept walking and sat by the fire watching the sea, the waves crashing in the shore bringing all sort of stuff to the beach.

[color=yellow] "Normally I would ask if I could sit" [/color] she said still looking to the sea[color=yellow] "but since we are both survivors of a crash I don't think you will mind."[/color] 

She took her jacket off putting it close to the fire, staying with her ripped jeans and white blouse only and rubbing her hands in the process. If they were going to survive that place they would need to deal with a lot of stuff: shelter, food and first of all, water. Her head ached just with the thought of dealing with those issues. She took a deep breathe and tried to see things with levity. 

[color=yellow] "I'm Angela, by the way. What's your name, fire starter?" [/color]