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                                                                                                                         TIME OF DAY: Evening
                                                                                                                          HEALTH: Dislocated shoulder, minor concussion 
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[h1][center][color=00008B][b]Will Gunderson[/b][/color][/center][/h1]


Will stared out into the ocean for a long time, completely oblivious to the fact there were others injured around him. To be frank, he didn't really [i]care[/i]. All he could think about was James,his body nearly aching with worry. Or maybe that was the crash. He hadn't decided, but it didn't matter. James wasn't there, and there wasn't anything Will could do about it, and for the first time in a very long time, Will felt cold and empty, the fire beside him doing nothing to warm his spirit. Sighing, he turned to look at the jungle maw spread out behind him. The jungle looked infinitely too dark, and worried him greatly. [color=blue][i] "Where in the fuck are we....." [/i][/color] Will shivered and turned back to the fire, placing another cigarette in his mouth, and lighting a match from his ever shrinking supply. He drew deeply, exhaling smoke towards the darkening sky, eyes catching, once again, to the waves.

The sound of water used to calm him, there was something about storms that just made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, and the sound of the ocean was no different. At least, it used to be. Now, all he could think about was watching the plane impact that cold dark water.........Will shivered once more at the thought. He thought it impossible for anyone to survive an impact like that, and yet, here they were. A bunch of fucking idiots covered in sand and blood. He smirked, as it seemed like he had been here before. 

It took him a long time to realize someone was talking to him. He blinked a few times and looked at the blonde girl across from him.
[color=blue]"Huh? Firestarter? OH!" [/color] Will laughs, suddenly snapping back to everything else that's been  going on around him.

[Color=blue]"Names, right, that'll help, I'm Will. Will, uh, Gunderson." [/color] Will runs his good hand over his head, pushing back the hair from his face. He regards the girl with stormy blue eyes, noticing the the cut on her leg. He draws on the cigarette, bringing his gaze back up to her face. 

[color=blue] "Seems like we made it out a little bit better than the ones down the beach." [/color] Will's eyes shift to the others momentarily, then focus back on Angela. 

[color=blue] "Can you come over here for a moment, I need some help-" [/color] Pain shoots through Will's body as he attempts to move his left arm. He grits his teeth and continues.

[color=blue]"Re-relocating this. I basically just need you to pull, like, [i]really fucking hard.[/i] I'm a navy medic and won't be able to help anyone until I get this little situation squared away." [/color] His tone is light and playful, almost like the awful situation that has befallen them wasn't happening.