Thriller Far Cry: An Island Survival Adventure

Dao-ming "Sally" Leong
Flight 346

Mumbling of announcements by the pilot and some pretty rough turbulence roused her, fortunately she felt better, except for a sinking terrible feeling in her stomach. She took off her sunglasses and stowed them in her backpack, holding it nervously out of instinct. She saw the two next to her shift uncomfortably, then the plane settled; but it didn't sit right with Sally... Before the thought entered her head to relax a bright flash and a loud crack of lightning struck the plane, the plane went out of control and Sally tried her best to brace herself and held a white-knuckled grip on her backpack.

The g-forces from the plane were intense, but she could handle that, taking corners at high speed was second nature to her; but in that case she knew where she was going, she was in control. A mix of emotions flooded her, This can't be how I die, she thought, as disbelief, fear, and anger took over. The stress of the storm and the plane spiraling out of control began to rip it apart, the back half tore away with a loud creaking and groaning of the metal holding the fuselage together. Harsh wind and rain began to batter the passengers and Sally did her best to brace herself as her vision blurred, trying to find focus, trying to regain the sense of control she had when she was behind the wheel.

In all the chaos she could see a few passengers trying to jump for it, Wait REALLY?! she thought, They're bailing?! Sally groaned, straining against the force of the fall and the slow but powerful tumble back and forth of the forward part of the plane. Every logical part of her screaming not to, she put on her backpack and unbuckled her seatbelt, it wasn't doing much anyways; The force of a crash against a mediocre harness.... ? In all the commotion she surprised herself that she'd be disappointed at that. Grabbing for the life vest under her seat she put it on, tying the waist strap instead of trying to fiddle with the cheap plastic buckle, holding tight to the arm rest she turned to look behind her. Rain spattering her face and stinging her eyes, "Dammit!" she cursed. Her seatmates had gotten the idea in their head to put on the life vests as well, she looked at them, they already were trying to stand up and jump as well.

You've got to be kidding me, Sally thought as she loosened her grip and followed them in their escape.

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Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean

The temperature of the water was an uncomfortable level of cold as the survivors of Flight 346 submerged from the sky. The torrential storm had created towering waves with white foam that stretched for the heavens as they were pelted by merciless raindrops. The front half of the aircraft had already begun its long descent to the bottom of the ocean, while the back half had just landed a ways off in the distance as a loud crash announced its arrival on the surface, and it too began to sink to the depths. The doomed Flight 346 had met its violent end, and that night, the bodies of 406 men, women, and children would come at last to rest on the silent ocean floor.

For those still afloat, visibility was poor as the endless rain and grey of the sky created an ominous atmosphere that stretched into oblivion, accompanied by the howling roar of the wind. The survivors struggled to stay above water as they rose and fell with the passing waves, each seeming larger than the last. Perhaps if the frightened individuals were to yell loud enough they could by chance hear one another, but such endeavors of strategic assistance were all but futile given the conditions. It was, essentially, every man for himself.

Through all of this, in the distance where the powerful waves slowly carried the bodies, through the thick of the mist and the rain, one could see, if they were so inclined to scan the horizon, a faint orange light flickering alone, a flame in the flood, beckoning them with the temptation of salvation.

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Mathias Blake
Over and in

The crash came like a rising wave.

The plane literally lifted, which Mathias noted and ignored. Turbulence wasn’t uncommon, especially on transatlantic flights. This was some of the worst he’d ever, but Mathias gripped his armrest, with no doubt that it would pass. And as if on cue, the weather seemed to clear and the ship steadied. Ben laughed, almost nervously, and Mathias smiled in the same fashion.

The dissonance between that moment and the next was deafening. Mathias was slapped in the face by something and then his head slammed on the seat in front of him. His vision was dizzied and he looked to his left. He thought he could see blood, but that couldn’t be right. Mathias’ stomach flipped and he felt like he was spinning. Whether that was the head trauma, he couldn’t say. Another roar of noise and energy broke the plane in half and Mathias was left staring at the gaping abyss and a thunderous storm. Mathias’ mouth opened and he didn’t even realize that he was yelling.

The plane was going down.

His mind was white, but instinct took over. With the plane broken in half, this wouldn’t be a pleasant gliding fall to the ocean. They were in freefall and if he hit the water inside the plane, the water was going to hold him down and drown him. He needed to get out. They needed to get out.

He looked at his friends. Jack was slumped forward, eyes closed, and he had blood streaming from his head. Ben was struggling with his seatbelt, obviously on the same page as Mathias. Ben looked like he was screaming, but Mathias couldn’t hear him over the wind. He gestured wildly at Jack. Mathias took that to mean get him out. He fumbled with Jack’s seatbelt and he lifted out of his seat in the free fall. Ben and Mathias grabbed his arms, but Mathias’ grip slipped and Jack was pulled into the void.

Mathias didn’t have time to do anything. He didn’t know how close they were to the ground, but they were losing time. Ben had a blank look on his face. Mathias shook his shoulder, but he didn’t react. He shook him again, screaming at him. Ben was staring into the storm like a dead man. Mathias unhooked his seatbelt. He tried to reach over, but his body got pulled up and out of the plane, slamming into the roof on the way. Mathias tumbled to the ocean unconscious.

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Carrie Bander
In the Atlantic Ocean


Not that she would remember, but Carrie was pretty sure she screamed all the way until the water slapped her in the face.

COLD!

It caused Carrie to tighten her grip on her case, as the coldness of the water shocked her. The vest caused her to bobble back to the surface, and as she gasped, she looked around her. She saw others, some still falling, others bobbing about the surface as well. The howling wind and rain, made it impossible to hear anything, except for the loud explosion as the second half of the plane met with the sea.

Carrie shivered, as she looked around, hoping to see something, ANYTHING that she could attempt to paddle towards, even if it was just another person, the the crashing waves were strong and relentless. She sputtered, looking around.

Wait! What was that? Carrie reached up, wiping water from her eyes, which burned. The ocean seemed to have its own ideas, as she drifted on the waves. There.. a faint orange glow. If it was just a light, or a fire, it was something. And it had to be attached to something as well. It just HAD to be. And anything had to be better than what she had right now. Right now, Carrie was running on pure Adrenalin, and terror. She didnt want to die in the middle of the ocean. And she knew that she wouldn't last to long, in the cold water.

Carrie began to kick her legs, laying on her bag like a surf board, as she peddled her way towards the orange glow. She just hoped it wasnt too far away, or she didnt lose sight of it. Hopefully, the others would see it as well. If she could join up with any others, she would.





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IC as Haley Gordon

It was a long and terrifying moment of free falling as she went tumbling down to the ocean until. Splash! Freezing water stabbed at every inch of her body and her bones ached from the force in which she hit the surface of the water. The water was dark everywhere and she couldn't remember which way was up, but felt herself be pulled up by the life vest. She kicked and stroked with her arms and felt herself break through. She inhaled as deeply as she could and coughed out a little water, tinged with salt.

Haley could barely see over the rain pounding on her as she panted and tried her best to get a good look around. She felt the water lift her a bit and when she cleared her eyes of the rain, it was too late. She gasped in air right before a curling wave dragged her under once more. She fought her way to the top again, only to repeat. She had to get her bearings but the waves from the crash not far weren't letting her.

Seeing another wave forming, she inhaled and dove through it before it broke on her, as best as she could with the life vest. In a brief moment of clarity, Haley squinted at a light off in the distance. The waves were directing that way. Right before she could make her decision, another wave threatened to crash down on her once more. She swam back into it, hoping to go right through the current, but felt it pull her along easily. Her world went spinning as she struggled up for air again. Her head pounding as she broke water and gasped, letting out a yell in fear.

Her eyes spotted a figure floating in the water. She panicked and swam as best as she could over. It was hard to see in the dark but the person seemed to be a man. He was face up and breathing it seemed, thankfully!

Mathias!

"Hey! Wake up!" She cried out and came to a decision. Haley wrapped one arm around him attempted making a long and tiring swim toward the light that shone. They were occasionally tossed about thanks to the waves, rain, and wind, but she would not give up.

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Leon Dufort

Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean

Splash!

Leon hit the water hard and the cold freezing temperatures felt as if he were being stabbed by a thousand knives. He fought off the burning in his legs as he kicked hard toward the surface. Breaking the choppy waves, Leon inhaled, gasping for air, filling his lungs, as the stormy and choppy sea tossed him all about. He frantically looked around. He couldn't find anyone.

Grasping his seat, which now served as a flotation device, he began a lazy kick away from the wreckage of the airliner which smoldered and groaned under the weight of the storm. He didn't want to look back into the cabin. He'd seen enough death in his time. He forced himself to block out the screams of a few who'd survived the impact, locked into their seats, sealed in their tombs as they went to a watery grave.

Nice and easy, Leon, don't wear yourself out. You don't know if you're near any land, the old soldier reminded himself.

The sea dipped and for the briefest of moments Leon thought he saw a light. That couldn't be correct. Something was wrong here. Shock from the impact, something, anything, but a light. He wiped his eyes, his glasses miraculously staying on his face despite the impact into the water, but they were fogging up against his breath, against the cold Atlantic air.

Once again the sea dipped and this time Leon focused. There! A light, a flame, something! His heading was set. His mind was focused. He wasn't about to ignore the signs now. He needed to kick in that direction. Kick hard. Kick for his family and two children back home.

He had to survive.

Somehow.

Someway.

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Dao-ming "Sally" Leong
The Crash

Tumbling through the air towards the water, Sally hit the water, the straps on her backpack and life vest pulled tight as the momentum of her body pushed under the surface. Under the water she began to fight the water, coughing hard as the water took her, the rough waves pushing her around until finally... She broke the surface.

Sally kept coughing, the terrible taste of the salt water, almost vomiting. The water stinging her eyes as she tried to get her bearings, cursing loudly in Chinese she saw a faint light in the distance as a wave pushed her into a floating body, she screamed.

The water's biting cold chilled her, stifling her movement and breathing, she tried to swim furiously away from the corpse but to no avail. Trying to swim towards the light, heaven or hell it would be better than this, tears streaming down her face hidden by the rain and the waves. The waves pushed her again, she wasn't the best swimmer, the life vest saving her from sharing the fate of the body the ocean kept throwing at her. Sally screamed again, fear and shock taking over, the water feeling colder and numbing.

This has to be a nightmare, she thought hopelessly, wishing she'd wake up back on the plane.

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A beach.



One by one each desperate survivor had found their way to the source of the light they'd seen in the storm. A small campfire built on a beach of unknown size. The waves had begun to calm as their exhausted prey had reached the sanctuary of the sands, and the rain and the wind suddenly dissipated until all that could be heard was the soft crackle of the flames over the sinking tide. It was now night, and stars began to materialize in the blackened sky as the constellations demanded the clouds retreat.

The eeriness of it all was difficult to ignore. The campfire, whose maker was of unknown origin, had survived the tumultuous storm, and somehow its light had pierced the thickness of the rain to reach the eyes so far out in the ocean. And now with the sky clear and the waves calm and the serene quietness of the beach, it was a wonder that the storm had even occurred at all.

Aside from the drenched survivors shivering from the cold water in the coolness of the night, there was no other living creature around that could be seen or made known. And there was still the matter of the unconscious Mathias Blake who'd been successfully pulled to shore by Haley Gordon, and the absence of Rebecca Cochran's husband, William, whose fate was still unknown.

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OOC: Post approved by Heavy Isotope. Character interaction approved as well. ​

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IC: Leon Dufort​

Atlantic Ocean​

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Leon was exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. He'd never been so tired in his life. Well, okay, that wasn't entirely true. Basic training with the Legion had been hard. Real hard. Of course, Leon thought, I'd been a younger man then. I could do more, go further, and take on the world. Still, training had been hard. The kind of hard he was hoping to avoid at this point in his life. ​

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He couldn't hear much in the storm. His ears were water logged, his clothes were soaked and heavy, his glasses fogged, and still he forged over wave and under wave drawing ever closer to that mysterious light. As he crested another wave he caught sight of a body floating in the water. Lightning flashed briefly illuminating the dark night. It was a female and she was struggling. Struggling mightily. ​

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Leon drew close, but not too close, to survey the young woman who mercifully had a life vest. Unfortunately, the life vest wasn't working for her. It was actually working against her as she sputtered in the cold water, choking, coughing, and nearly vomiting. To complicate matters a corpse was restricting her movement, floating nearby. That prompted a scream from the young woman and a torrent of words in a language Leon couldn't make out. ​

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The woman screamed again, more mumblings, as Leon drew near. He gently pushed the corpse away, shutting his mind off as he did so. He'd seen enough death to last him a life time. Enough death to make him slightly numb to the idea of a human body that no longer contained a life. ​

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"Hey!" Leon said trying to get her attention. He didn't want to reach out for her and be taken down if she flailed. ​

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"Hey!" Leon repeated catching her eye. ​

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"I'm going to help you," Leon explained in heavily accented English, "but you have to help me, okay? You have to help me get to that light! I can't have you grabbing me and killing us both, understand?"​

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He didn't wait to help her out. He couldn't wait. They could die out here. He noticed that the light was larger now, closer, the tide bringing them in. Leon unstrapped his life vest and rigged it around her to provide extra flotation. He jerry-rigged one of the straps around his shoulder and started to kick toward the shore. The extra weight was a challenge but he made a point to work with the current. ​

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He could see a shoreline reflected against the light of a bonfire. They were so close. So close to safety. He wanted to give up but he was so close. For some reason he'd survived this far on this hellish journey. He wasn't about to be shark bait anytime soon. ​

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"Almost there," Leon grunted, "almost safe."​

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He coasted the last few feet to the shore and hauled his exhausted body onto the cool,wet, sandy, surface. He flipped over onto his back and rested against the sand, breathing hard, noticing that the storm had completely disappeared leaving only a black sky filled with brilliant stars. ​

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For a brief moment he was transported back to field operations with the Legion. His last assignment in the mountains of Afghanistan. A lonely patrol. Gunfire in the night. Extreme beauty up above and death all around. ​

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Too much death....​

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Carrie Bander
A beach....

Carrie just worked on instinct, kicking her legs, and using one arm to push herself along, as she made her way towards the light that she saw. It wasnt until her feet connected with the sand, did she realize she could stop swimming, and she walked the rest of the way out of the water. Like a hypnotized moth to a flame, Carrie zigzagged her way towards the light, falling down in sand in front of the flames. As she tried to warm herself up, she vaguely realized two things. That one, other survivors had also made their way to the beach as well, possibly drawn by the light as she was. Strangely, the waves had begun to die down, and the rain and wind had died down. It was now and stars began to materialize in the blackened sky as the constellations blinked in the sky.

And two, this was a fire. A bonfire. Which meant someone had to make it. Still clutching her bag, she looked around her. She saw the people she had just been sitting next to, minutes before. They had made it, along with the some others.

Blankly, she stared at the ground, looking to see if there were any footprints around the fire, as her eyes slowly looked up, towards the coastline, taking a closer look at their salvation. The back of her mind, was trying to tell her things like looking for trees, shelters, and other such necessities. But she was simply to tired to move, and she was not ready to let go of her vest or bag. So she sat, still clutching on to everything, as she waited for the hear from the fire to warm her, as she pushed her wet hair from her eyes, her chest hurting from the long swim.



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OOC: Sorry for the wait, everyone!

IC as Haley Gordon

How long has it been? How much water did she swim through, all while trying to keep Mathias above water? How many waves did she have to fight against to get to safety? Haley could only guess it was getting late, as the sun had set long ago.

When she finally reached the shoreline, she unceremoniously dragged him up onto the sand. Her legs collapsed out from under her. She was in great condition, but after surviving a crash and having to swim that far? Anyone would be in bad shape after. There was a fire not far and she could barely make out people gathering around it.

She tried yelling for help, but her voice caught in her throat. No, reviving Mathias was first priority. She wiped her eyes clear of the salty water and pulled her dripping hair over one shoulder. Leaning down, she listened, as best she could over the sound of the ocean, and tilted his chin up to open the airway. If he was alive, she had to get any water out of his lungs. Using one hand, she closed his nose and put her lips to his, they were wet from the water and very cold, exhaling deeply twice. She released him for a moment and repeated, desperately hoping her efforts weren't in vain.

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Sally "Dao-ming" Leong

"Hey!" A voice called out, Sally startled trying to see where the voice was coming from.

"Hey!" It called out again, a man with an accent was pushing the body away from her, "I'm going to help you, but you have to help me, okay? You have to help me get to that light! I can't have you killing us both, understand?"

Without waiting the man took hold of her, tying their life vests together, he began to swim to shore with them. Her breathing was heavy, her whole body tired, she was trying to help move them along but in her panic she tired herself out. Usually she was better with endurance, but the stress of the crash sapped her energy, all the athletics training wasn't helping her now.

"Almost there," the man said, "Almost safe."

When their feet finally could reach the sand she tried to help them to shore, her legs trying to give out, as the water became shallower it became easier, her labored breathing still harsh as she coughed finally throwing up the water she swallowed. Taking her backpack off she removed her life vest and slumped down by the man who rescued her, wondering what the hell had just happened. Cursing again in Chinese she spat the last of the water out and turned her body to sit on the sand next to him.

The man who rescued her was... Older? She was surprised, everything was a blur...

"T-thank you... " Sally said, her voice accented as well and beginning to shiver. How did she end up here... Doubt filling her mind again.

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Carrie Bander
The beach....


The fire was crackling away, the flames hungrly eating the wood that feed it, as Carrie stared into the flames. She was beginning to feel the warmth of the fire now, and its heat and light was a strong draw, from the madness around her. What had happened?

It was the sound of coughing. It made Carrie blink, and then slowly begin to look around her. It was night. When had that happened? She frowned, slightly feeling confused, and then began to move slightly, as she looked back out towards the ocean. There were a others now, coming up out of the ocean. But so very few. Carrie's legs felt like dead weights, they didnt want to move. She noticed one girl was bending over a guy, looked like she was giving him cpr. Carrie also noticed the people she had just been sitting next to, moments before, had made it on shore. That was good. There was another woman, who was wobbly making her way towards Carrie and the fire as well, probably being drawn to it, just as she was. Carrie forced her legs to work, as she slowly stood up, giving a small wave as she did. She was about to ask the woman if she was ok, but quickly realized that was a pretty stupid question, given the circumstances. Carrie dropped the case she had been clutching tightly, and took a few steps towards her, not really sure why, but it seemed like a good thing to do at the moment.

And there was still that thought in the back of her mind, of exactly WHO made this fire. But that would have to wait for now.

"Come on.. let's get you warmed up." Carried offered, as something to say to the woman.




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Carrie Bander
The beach...



“Come on,” Carrie told the woman, “Let’s get you warmed up.” The woman quickly reached out with her hand, and Carrie quickly took hold of it, helping her get closer to the warmth of the fire in front of them. “Thank you,” the woman said softly, her eyes not really focused on anything. Carrie didnt know what else she could do for the woman at the moment. The woman suddenly spoke up once more.

“I…I didn’t think I’d make it,” the woman confessed with a choked sob, the tears glittering on her cheeks in the fire light. Carrie nodded, but she didnt think the woman saw her. So instead, she just gently laid her had across the woman's shoulders. "I know." Carrie responded gently, as she helped the woman take a seat. "If it wasnt for this fire, I dont think none of us would have." Carrie was quiet for a moment. She then looked out at the others. She looked back down at the woman. "Stay here. Try to get dry and warm. Right now, thats the only think you need to think about. We'll see how many of us made it." Carrie kept an eye out on the surrounding beach. If any of the others looked like they needed help, she would go get them, and bring them towards the fire as well. Later on, they could worry on the WHY there was a fire here. And who set it.



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Leon Dufort
The Beach

Leon rolled over onto his knees. He was exhausted. He hadn't worked out that hard in quite a long time. Yet again another reminder of who he had been. A fit soldier. A fierce combatant. A man without fear of losing his life.

Now what am I?

For a brief moment he allowed the surf to calm his thoughts. Steady his soul.

A man with a family came the reply.

He took one last look at the young woman next to him and determining that she would recover he made his way to the bonfire. The heat immediately soothed his sore muscles as he drew near. Others had gathered. Faces he sort of recognized from the plane. There was one woman in particular who seemed to be doing the organizing. Gathering the shell shocked stragglers together.

Leon didn't want to scare anyone as he came out of the darkness. He raised his hands to show he was not a threat.

"Hey there. The name is Leon Dufort. I have military experience. Is there anything I can do to help?"

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Carrie Bander
The beach


As Carrie spoke the the woman, she asked the young woman for her name. While she waited for a reply, Carrie turned, as she heard the sound of sand, crunching under footsteps. With the bonfire blazing behind her, she could only see the outline of a person for a moment, until they drew closer to the fire. He had his hands raised in the air, but it was easy to tell that he had been in the water, just like the rest of them. She smiled, and gestured for him to come closer.

"Hey there. The name is Leon Dufort. I have military experience. Is there anything I can do to help?" Carrie smiled. "Well howdy, Leon Dufort. I think we can put away the formalities for now. I'm Carrie." She continued to smile, but hearing that the man had military experience made her feel like he was a lifesaver! Hopefully, she might be able to ask him for help. "There's a lot you can do to help, actually." After patting the woman's shoulder, Carrie took a few steps away from her, to move closer to Leon.

She then turned, and looked out over the beach. "There are a few stragglers out there, who probably need some help getting closer to the fire. We need to get them warmed up quick. And I dont want to leave her alone at the moment." she gestured to the woman, who had not responded to her with a name just yet. Carrie gave a slow nod. She then dropped her voice, and spoke again, this time much quieter. "And later on, If you got any tracking experience, maybe can you find some other footprints around here? Cause I sure didnt build this fire. So Im thinking we're not alone out here. But why build a fire, and then run off? Course, it might just be all the ocean water I drank, doing the talking, but it's kinda creeping me out. Too many horror movies, I guess. But I dont want to worry the others, for no reason." Carrie shrugged her shoulders. "Right now, Im just hoping the fire is above the water table for now, and it dosent rain anymore. Carrie gave a tired smile. "How's that sound to you, Leon?" she asked him tiredly.




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OOC: Sorry for the short post again!

IC as Haley Gordon

There wasn't much response and Haley tried not to let her hopes sink. She couldn't let him die, not on her hands. She took a moment to take a breath and looked back at the fire. Mathias was ice cold and at this point, she was pretty worried about hypothermia, even if she could revive him. She had to decide quickly, it could be risky to move him much further than she already had or let him suffer hypothermia. Breathing out quickly, she shakily stood to her feet and began, unceremoniously dragging him closer to the fire. It was hard to tell how many people were gathering around it, but it signaled hope of some kind. She panted as she slowly made her way up the shore.

"H-help..." She breathed out, feeling her throat squeeze, resisting her command. "Help!" She called once more, hoping her voice would be loud enough over the waves on the beach to reach her fellow beach companions. She looked down at the unconscious Mathias. It was only a matter of time, she thought desperately, for his sake and it wouldn't be long before her body would give out on her after the exertion she put on it. And her head...ah, it pounded so terribly, but she had other matters to focus on.

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A beach.

Most of the survivors of the crash had made their way to the welcoming campfire. The flames were beginning to diminish slightly, though still large enough to continue their defense against the darkness and the chill of the night for some time yet. Haley's attempts to resuscitate Mathias had yielded no results, and despite her fatigue she was able to drag his frigid body near the fire with some effort.

The half moon and the stars in the sky made the beach adequately visible, a dim grey against the blackness of the horizon. The sand stretched on in both directions as far as the eye could see, and further up on land stood dense foliage that loomed nefariously in the distance, with a couple of pathways in sight that led into their mysterious realm. Curiously, there were no footprints in the sand leading away from the fire, although it was possible the storm had washed them away before the survivors had arrived.

The possible courses of action for the group were minimal at this time of night. They were tired, certainly shaken up from the events of the preceding hour if the shock had hit them at all. Rebecca Cochran's husband had yet to be accounted for, his fate unknown. A search for more survivors was a coin toss, and it was more likely that if any other lifeforms had washed ashore, they would find the group with the light of the campfire as a guide. Perhaps shelter could be constructed from wood and leaves in the forest, or at the very least a comfortable pallet for sleep by the fire (which would be needing more wood eventually).

In any case, whatever the survivors decided to do, the darkest hour had fallen and morning slowly approached. What came with it... well...

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Carrie Bander
The beach...

With the help of Leon, he and Carrie managed to get everyone close to the warm campfire. What made Carrie worried, as the rest sat huddled quietly around the fire, was that the fire seemed to be just a little less than what it had been earlier. Was it slowly dying out? She looked around them. There was one man unconscious. He seemed to be breathing fine, but he was still out of it. Must have had a concussion, Carrie guessed. Leon's news wasnt better either. He could not find any footprints anywhere near the fire, or in the surrounding sand leading away from it.

There was a half moon showing, so that gave some light in the night. The beach looked a dim grey. The beach stretched out, in both directions, and further up she could see trees, and thick forest. There also were a couple of pathways in sight that led into to jungle. The first thought Carrie had was, what had made the tracks? Animals or .... She rubbed her shoulders, as a sudden chill came over here. She looked back again towards the fire.

Carrie found Leon again, and spoke to him softly. "We are gonna need more wood soon. We cant afford for the fire to die out. Are you any good at building shelters? If not, we can at least get some large leaves, and get folks off the sand. After that...I dont know what to do. I just know I DONT want to go into that jungle at night, any deeper than we have to." Carrie rubbed her face. She was working on autopilot at the moment. She would freak out later on. Right now, survival mode was kicking in. She was trying to remember stuff from all of her crafting stuff she did. She might be able to put together something in a pinch, but if Leon knew more, she would love to hear it. Or someone else, once they pulled themselves together. Carrie sighed softly.




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