Survive on an Island...or else.

Robert

I looked at the girls who were walking with me. The first was Heather. A cute, young brunette with lively, pretty eyes. The one who had been looking for an older woman, probably her mother. It was hard to forget that most of these youngsters would have lost someone in the plane crash. Someone important to them. The other was Lacy, an older woman with red hair - that was bonus points right there - and an injured leg. That was okay, I didn't need her for running around. I needed her to help me find materials for a net. I was starting to think it would have to be the clothes off any dead people washed up on shore so that was where I was heading. I didn't want to voice my explanation.

The first body we found was defineately dead. I told the girls to go on ahead and keep looking. I didn't tell them what they were supposed to be looking for and then when they were gone I removed the guy's shirt and after a moment's thought his shoes too. They were trainers and I pilled the laces out. I left the man with his decency. His trousers and I decided then that I wasn't stripping no woman. Then I dragged him under a coconut tree. We could start burial work from there when we were ready.

I was ripping the shirt into strips when I heard Heather shout my name. I hurried over and found her staring at a young girl with dark skin and black hair.

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

"Her leg," Lacy said simply, walking up behind me. I nodded.

"While I'm gone, look for shoes with laces and make a pile with them okay?" I told the two girls. I didn't think they'd want to take part in the more grim job of stealing men's shirts and piling up the bodies. I bent down to loop an arm under the girl.

"You shouldn't move her!" Heather exclaimed. "She might have a head injury or something, I'm sure you're not supposed to move people..."

"Relax," I said. "I'm taking her back to the others, then I'll come back here and we can get those fish. When you have enough laces I'll knot them together into a net. Don't try and do it yourselves. It has to be done right." Lifting the girl up, I still had the strips of shirt in my hand. I decided those ones could be left at camp with the others and dried out for bandages. If I had enough shoe-laces I wouldn't need the shirts.

"I'll make you a trade, a new friend for any shoe laces you have!" I called out as I neared the cave. The girl seemed to be awake but her eyes stared blankly at nothing. I wondered if she was dazed or concussed. Maybe Heather was right and I shouldn't have moved her...

"Oh Crud!" Percy had found a giant wild boar while off hunting. He tried to kill it, but he missed with his hunting knife. The boar ran toward him with it's sharp pointy tusks. "HELP" that was the last thing Percy said.

The end of Percy Diamondstone

"ok, whatever." Lacy turned back towards the beach as Rob carried off that girl. Poor thing probably had a concussion. For now, she and Heather were looking for more supplies, with very little luck. It didn't help that these supplies were being pulled off of the dead. It was unforgivable to her to steal from the dead, but she knew she had to do it, and thought that maybe she could justify it by burying them. They needed peace just as much as everyone else.

"So, were you with anyone?" Heather asked, startling Lacy out of her deep thoughts.

"Uhh... No, I was flying alone."

"Oh." Heather ended the conversation at that.

Lacy found a woman washed up on the beach, but she knew instantly that the woman was dead. She searched her pockets, then pulled off the woman's sneakers, and set them aside.

"Hey, help me pull her up the beach, I can't do it with my leg like this." Lacy grabbed one of the woman's arms, and Heather pulled the other one. The two of them dragged her across the sand, and propped her against a nearby tree.

"And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them." Lacy recited one of her favorite verses to the dead woman, hoping to put her at peace.

Sasha

Most of the others were on the beach scavenging off the dead bodies. I couldn't do that. I wouldn't. Instead I stayed back at the cave and pushed rocks away to help make the cave bigger. this could make a nice permanent home. By the time I was one we had about another twenty feet of space. I grinned in satisfaction. Sasha, another job well done. I thought to myself. Then some of the other came into the cave carrying what they got of the dead. But Robert came only with bad news.

"Percy is dead." He said.

Vashi

"...dead".

My body froze when he said that. Dead? Who? And who was this male touching me? He had seemed decent, but for whatever reason, males always made me squeamish. I wanted to tell him to put me down, but I couldn't find the energy to do so.

"Percy? The one with the monkey?" It was a different female voice now, mature and a bit-self righteous. "He...how? He's dead?"

How many people were here?

"That's what I said." My savior's voice held more than a trace of annoyance as he began lowering me from his hold. I breathed out in relief. "And how should I know? The stupid thing seemed to have gotten run over trying to hunt. Anyways--"

"Wait, so where's his body?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it does! You can't just leave his body out there! That's completely--completely---"

"Completely fine." My first words since how long? "It's all fine," I repeated, noticing the slur in my voice. "Worry about the living."

Robert

So our little one could talk afterall. I let her body go after gently propping her against the cave wall. She still gave no indication of seeing me and it slowly occured that she might be blind. I gave her an appraising glance and nodded my agreement. "Exactly," I said. "And the living need food, fire and water. We need something to evaporate the water in, some of those coconut shells might work." I headed out the cave again.

"Where are you going now?" Sasha called in annoyance. There was grief in her voice as well. I was glad it had been Percy. I wouldn't have liked to find one of the women dead.

"I'm going to collect the idiot's hunting knife and go check on Heather and Lacy. There's something out there that killed Percy so from now on make sure no one leaves camp on their own or is left here alone."

"How do you expect to get anything done?" Sasha asked. I wasn't sure. I didn't want to do anything at all but I was the only man around now and I intended to survive.

"If you get a fire going you can dry these strips out and bandage the girl's leg," I suggested before striding out. I snagged Percy's knife on the way back to the other girls.

"Percy is dead," I told them. "Did you get me those laces?"

I'm sorry that i died guys. i wanted to add some drama to the story.

Make a new Character. Another guy please.

o.k. in the morning....

Heather,

"Dead!" I exclaimed, "but, how?" Rob shrugged,

"Some kind of animal by the looks of the body." Lacy handed him a pile of laces.

"Are we going to bury him?" I persisted.

"Look, Heather, the most important thing is keeping ourselves alive at the moment and to stay alive I need to eat." I gave up, I didn't know how to make a net so I waded in the shallows I saw a beautiful shoal of fish and I waded a little deeper. I placed my hands in the water in front of the shoal in an "O" shape and stayed very still. The fish had no idea what they were swimming into and, as one swam in between my fingers I grabbed it, brought it out of the water and hit it on a nearby rock. Rob looked immpressed but Lacy just muttered.

"Show off." They had made the net now, and they threw it to me pulling it tight across the water.

"Heather, right?" The girl nodded and held her prize next to her side, "My name's Lacy," She nodded to Rob, "And don't worry about Percy. We'll bury him or pay him some respects when we have enough energy, ok?" She saw Rob sigh, but Heather smiled.

"Thanks. It bothers me to think he wouldn't be respectfully honored, or something." Heather looked at her fish, "Umm... what shall I do with this so that I can help you guys?"

Lacy looked at the fish, then looked at Heather, "Take it back to the cave and cook it for yourself. If the others ask, tell them we're getting more now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, we can do it. If you finish it before we get done here, you can come back and help if you want." Lacy grabbed one end of the net, and waited for Rob to grab the other. She saw Heather head back with her fish.

Robert

I picked up the other side of the net and together we hauled it out across the water and waited for the fishies to come near. I could practically taste their soft, flaky skin in my mouth. I was starving. Until now I hadn't realised just how hungry I was.

"Sure beats coconuts huh?" I mumbled as I watched the silvery shoal swim closer.

"Yes, much better," Lacy agreed. "So what do I do?" The fish were getting closer now and I lowered my voice so the vibrations didn't scare them away.

"Bring both your corners of the net together when they swim over it and then pass them to me." Netting fish was something I'd been doing for years. I'd be able to gut them with poor Percy's knife and we'd have so many fish we'd soon tire of eating them but it would always be better than coconuts.

Heather,

I was surprised that Lacy was being nice to me, she had seemed so sour. But I was glad I was getting along with someone, it wasn't like I could survive on my own out here. I soon reached the cave again and found Sasha with Percy's corpse.

"Did, you get the fish?" She asked. I held up the fish,

"The others are bringing more in a minute." I said taking some of the wood from the pile we had gathered.

"How did you catch that?" She asked curiously.

"With my hands, I used to catch fish when I was little all the time" I said lightly the pile of sticks, I skewered the fish on another stick and held it over the fire. It cooked slowly and when it was done I ate it, like a kebab. Rob and Lacy soon returned with a net full of fish.

"Here." Rob said dumping them on the floor of the cave. I skewered some more onto sticks and handed them around.

"Well," Sasha said when we had finished, "that was definately better than grilled monkey."

The fish had been better than nothing, and a whole lot better than fried monkey. For now, she was resting against the wall of the cave, and started pulling the torn piece of her shirt away from the wound on her thigh. It had dried to the wound, but didn't hurt when she pulled it off. It only stung slightly with the pressure, but the pain eased from that tight cloth being removed.

She tossed the cloth to the side, but not too far away in case she might could make use of it later. Lacy sighed, and gently brushed away some crud that had been trapped in by her make shift bandage.

"Guys, I'm gonna go back to the beach. Maybe wade a little into the water to rinse my leg." She stood up, and limped out towards the beach, while everyone let their food settle. "Ugh..." The sun was bright, and her skin had already started to burn from the fishing trip. "Man, I would kill for some sun block."

She took a seat on the sand, right where the tide was coming in. The water just barely washed up to her ankles. Lacy would sit there until she gathered enough courage to wade into the water.

Sasha

A few of the others commented on the increased space in the cave. The next step was to make a door that would stay. I had not the least bit of an idea how to do this.

"Rob, how do you supose we make a door?"

"Huh?" he asked, lost inthought. Stupid people.

"How Do We Make A Door?" I asked slowly.

"Well, um, you could tie a bounch of reeds together."

That would work. I walked out into the sunlight and sped off to find as many reeds and sticks as possible.