Survive on an Island...or else.

Sasha

I dragged the girl back to the group. I took a look at our small group of survivors.

"Okay, you guys I need to go find food, preferably fruit for now until we have a fire to cook with. Meet us back here before dark." The guys nodded and raced off.

"Okay girls, Group A," I pointed to a few of them ,"go find some bark to build a fire. The rest of you go find somewhere we could use as a shelter. Report back before dark. Don't split up." A girl with long black hair came up to me.

"What makes you think we are going to listen to you?"

"Um, do you want to die?" I asked. She hissed.

"Well, I am going to go find my own food."

"Good luck!' I yelled after her.

The rest of the girls had already went searching.

Heather,

I went with the other girls to help gather wood for a shelter. In truth I was scared, I didn't know where I was, or where my mum was and thinking about it, going off on my own wasn't wise. I swarmed up a tree and knocked down some coconuts tossing a couple to the other girls. Sasha smiled at me.

"Nice, that talent could prove useful, ummm..." She said.
"Heather." I said before climbing back down.

"Over here" one of the other girls who I didn't know by name called out gesturing over to a small sheltered spot. "We could make a shelter here."

Is there still one spot open?

Sure, you can join. Why not?

Name: Lacy Kendall


Age: 21


Height: 5'6


Picture: http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b299/ ... 65007f.jpg


Personality: Sometimes paranoid and stressed, she gets panic attacks if she can't find a way out. She's pretty nice until you make her angry, and then her temper flares. Many people are used to it, because she takes offense easily sometimes.


A talent: She can sing a little, and likes to fix small things here and there.


Likes: Her red hair, reading, flip flops, cats, scars (she has a large one going across her right knee), make up, sour candy, flying.

Dislikes: Her constant sun burns, spiders, liars, cold weather, hot drinks, and coconut flavored anything. Wearing glasses


Up for love: Yes, but looking for someone who can keep her calm when she has an anxiety attack.


Other: Doesn't like enclosed spaces or big crowds, and thinks she can do everything without someone's help.

May


Some randomer becomes the leader? Yeah no thanks. I walked away from the little posse she had set up and went towards the debris that was once our plane. I had to swim a bit but I made it to the plane. I sifted through the stuff trying to find a suitcase. I was looking for a while and then I was scared by a dead body just floating along.

I enventually found some food and clothes and flashlights and stuff. I found a couple of phones but they were all water-damaged. I swam back to shore to find someone waiting for me.


***Can be anyone, perferably a guy***

Sasha


The others came back with there supplies. A temporary shelter had been found. It was a small cave that we would fit inside. It would be a bit tight, but we would be okay.



I had the ones who got firewood make a fire, and eventually one was made. The boys came back with some coconuts and one had a dead monkey by the tail.

"Bone appetite." He said sarcastically. I later found out his name was Percy.

We cooked the monkey over the fire, and made a nice meal of it. I set aside a portion for the girl who went off on her own. She found us around midnight.

"Thanks for coming to get me!" She said sarcastically.

"You said you wanted to be left alone. But we saved some food for you." I had also given her Lucy's portion of the coconut because Lucy refused to eat it. So stubborn.

Vashi

My body shook with relief when I heard the sounds of the leaves after that loud, dreadful silence. If I had lost my hearing too, I would be lost forever.

Slowly, I let my fingers run through the ground over which I was laying. It was warm, a sun-kissed warmth that matched the overall climate. Sandy, grainy, and waves in the back. I was on a beach.

I listened closely and rolled my way down the sand until I was right on that break between land and water, where the shallow waves bathe you in all their calming splendor. How perfect this was. The salt of the water stung me horrendously down a place on my leg, but any pain could be put aside when one is being cradled by the sand and the sea.

My perfect bed. Sleep.

Sand? Ugh! Lacy was choking on the stuff, curled up on her side, trying to spit it all out. She hadn't even bothered to open her eyes yet. She did not want to face the reality of what had just happened. It had happened, right? Yes, it did, and she was constantly reminded of it by the painful wound on her left thigh. Apparently, something from the plane had flown into her leg and left it wide open. At one point, she had snatched it out of her leg. Her eyes had still been closed when she pulled it out, so she still had no idea what it was.

Lacy sighed, fighting off another panic attack. It's ok, it's ok. I'm just lying on a beach in Florida and when I open my eyes, there will be hotels and hot beach bods every where. When she finally opened her eyes, she didn't freak out. She didn't really expect that stuff, but it was a nice thought anyway. But for now, well, she figured she would just lay here and bleed to death.

Heather

I woke up from a fitful sleep. I looked around, it was dark but I could make out the roof of the cave. I remembered where I was. I looked around at the others but they were still sleeping. I stood up and stretched. I looked towards the mouth of the cave, and screamed! There sillouhetted in the moonlight was the shape of something, and it was big.

"What the.." Sasha said looking at me. She followed my gaze. "Don't move."
The sillouhette spoke,

"What are you trying to say! I'm not an animal." The person spat angrily. I breathed deeply.

"You gave me the fright of my life." Sasha waved a hand,

"Well, come in here then, come on, before an animal does show up." The person entered.

"What's your name" Sasha asked.

"Lacy"

[hope that's ok]

Robert

Coconuts were just not Rob's thing but Percy, the only other guy, insisted that they'd make the perfect meal. "Oh yeah? And how are you going to break into them?" Rob grumbled.

"Got a hunting knife," he said. "Can cut them open real easy so why don't you climb that tree while I go hunt us some meet." He flashed a grin and Robert shook his head in annoyance as he headed off deeper into the trees. Greeeaaaat. Robert thought about going to look for some fruit instead but decided he might as well grab some coconuts for the others and just not eat tonight. Tomorrow he'd show the others what a real breakfast was about.

When Percy turned up with the monkey, Rob cocked a brow. Monkey's weren't all that easy to catch, not that he'd tried or anything but they looked fast on the TV. They looked reasonably edible too.

"When you think about it, this is pretty close to canabalism," Rob noted while they were sitting around the camp-fire chewing on meet or eating coconut. Robert had declined all offer of the latter including the milk. That was going to be another problem. He needed water, not rotten bloody coconut milk.

"That's gross," one of the girls said.

"But so true," Robert countered. He was glad the girls had found them a cave to kip in and went to sleep very quickly, not waking up at any point in the night. When it was morning though, he groaned and forced his crusted eyes open, rubbing them. Urgh. Sea salt. They were pretty sore.

"Well I'll see you ladies around," Robert said, including Percy in the sentence because he was too lazy to address him seperately. "I'm going to see about making a fishing net and getting me a decent breakfast. Unless one of you wants to join me?" He'd seen an estuary that narrowed into a stream and looked like it would be a good place to hand a net over the rocks. It wasn't too far from their camp either. He'd seen it yesterday while collecting coconuts, a lot of fun that had been.

Heather,

As much as I didn't trust Rob I decided to go with him. Eating fish was better than stabbing monkeys for food. I couldn't stand violence, but I equally didn't want to be a veggie so I just made sure I didn't see my food being killed. Rob grinned at me when he saw I was coming.

"Anyone else?" He asked.

She was glad that she had found the resolve to get off that beach, because now she had found other survivors. She had torn the bottom half of her shirt off to tie it around the wound in her leg. Thankfully, the salt in the ocean had pretty much cleaned it up. Now it just hurt like hell.

Resting in the cave over night, it didn't hurt as much now. She stood up slowly and propped herself against the wall, "Hey, I'll go too. If I sit here for too long, I'll start freaking out." Lacy slowly limped over to the two that were heading out.

"Umm... Are you sure about that? It looks like your leg is still pretty bad." The girl spoke, concern in her voice.

"Yes, I am." Lacy snapped at them, but took a deep breath, "Trust me, it will be better if I get out of here."

Sorry about not posting for a bit. Been busy with school

-Morning-
Percy asked Rob “So… What the heck are you getting us for breakfast?” “You’ll see.” Said Rob, as he walked off into the woods. “Hey guys, Rob just left.” Notified Percy. He kinda wanted to impress Sasha, who is the leader of their little group. She seems like she knows what she’s doing, and she’s pretty cute… I think I’m gonna go hunting, so that we can have dinner. he thought. “Bye Bye, guys. I’m going hunting.” “Bye Percy.” Said Sasha. “See if you can find us something better than a monkey, O.K.?

Vashi

Something screamed.

That jolted me out of my lovely clouds and back into reality. I continued to lay where I was, until the feel of the sand and the dried sea on my body, and that incessant pain on my leg began to settle in. I groaned and tried to shift my position, but I my body wouldn't obey. Then a finger touched me. Now it was my turn to scream.

"Rob!"

It was a female, around my age. Her voice was a taste of summer, and there was no doubt of naivety.

"I found another one!"

I detected the footsteps of another body, much heavier. Male, I presumed. The sand muffled the sound so that distances became hard to detect, and the nearness of his voice startled me when he spoke.

"I thought we were looking for fish, not people. Jesus, what's wrong with this one?"