Dear Diary

[Explosion]

"I-I think I'm okay," Savannah replied to the man who had called. She noticed a few pricks, and her left leg was surprisingly sore. Little did she know that she had held on to front part of the boat for dear life, and when the waves sloshed, her poor foot banged against the wood.

"I'm hungry," She complained quietly.

[Solace]

After taking out as many wooden splinters prickled into the skin of his left shoulder, Walter brought up the energy to stand on his feet. His green eyes stared out into the unforgiving ocean that was responsible for why he was stranded on this island for a moment before he heard voices nearby, causing him to snap his head both left and right.

There are other survivors.
So I'm not alone.

Walter, still breathing heavily and choking back vomit due to his disdain for the current situation, dragged his feet like a zombie in the general direction of the voices to the west. His eyesight was still a bit blurry as his eyes were still adjusting to the light level, unable to fully make out the other survivors but hoping that they were not just a figment of his imagination.

[paigesweetheart]

Elizabeth turned around looking at the guy. "Yeah I- We are fine." she smiled at him, looking around. "Okay.. why is it that we are here? And... okay im not complaining cause..this place is beautiful." she said as the wind was blowing her hair, a cool fresh wind, it felt good. It felt like paraside, but all of this was confused. "Oh and i am hungry as well.." she said placing a hand on her stomach

[nennyf777]

Amanda walked over to the group of people and said " Ello" with british accent. " Wha' going on?" she was very confuzzled. She scratched her head while looking over at the water splashing, she was hungry but an idea popped in her head I know now! fish I just need to catch some fish! she thought touching her chin.

[TheFrontLine]

Assured they were relatively fine, Richard glanced around the area, panting lightly.

He saw another person, quite a distance away from the collected group. This one was trudging along the sand, his shirt bloodied and shredded. Richard turned to the girls, then quickly said, "Alright, you guys wait h-" Before he could finish, he had already began running towards the distant shipwrecked survivor. He waved his hands above his head as he neared.

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( OOC: Ermahgerd, curse theater practice, making me miss this! D: )

~MEIYA~

The cool refreshing spray of the salty ocean brought Meiya back to consciousness. Staring up at a clear blue sky, she panicked, sitting up quickly in alarm. Where.. am I? she thought, doing her best to shake the wet sand out of her hair, clothes, and shoes. Sunlight flooded quickly into her vision, her eyes squinted to block it out. Pains jolted through her upper-right arm without remorse, a hard and constant pounding. Meiya craned her sore neck to the right, seeing deep red blood seeping through her dark purple shirt. Brushing the last grains of sand off of her hands, she brought her hand up to put pressure on the wound, maybe to help stop the bleeding. Her mind cluttered with mixed emotions and questions, she screamed out at the top of her lungs, "HELP!" Of course, being the ever-so-smart person she was, Meiya didn't stop to think that if she looked up she would see other people. Legs shaking, she stood up slowly, her hand still fiercely gripped to the top of her arm as pain showed no stop. Looking around the island, she spotted a few other figures not so far from her. She reached up with her free hand to rub her eyes, checking again. Still there. At a slightly crippled pace, she began to walk towards the others.

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( Okay you guys, stop responding once I post, that's all cool.. ._. )

[Solace]

Walter nearly fell back to the sand, beginning to regain his senses and identify the rest of the survivors. Odd, they all seemed to be women...
That was, until he saw a man who looked a few years older approach him. He nodded randomly, as if confirming he was fine, and heard yet another shout pierce through the air. This time, it was a cry for help, and he was able to detect where it was coming from with ease. To his east, another women who was bleeding profusely from what he could see was also making her way towards the group.

"I'm fine..." Walter took a deep breath, ripping off a loose part of his torn t-shirt and wrapping it around his left shoulder, tightening it enough to the point where it was now colored red. At least it stopped bleeding, he thought as he directed the man's attention to the woman by pointing to her and resumed a normal pace towards the group. "She needs help..."

[TheFrontLine]

Richard doubted Walter's well-being, and tried to aid him to the others. He was about to place his hand on Walter's chest to help his stance, but quickly decided against it, unsure if there were any hidden wounds. When Walter motioned him to another survivor, Richard, waved to the group of girls, gesturing for them to help Walter.

He then ran halfway towards the screaming girl, staggering the rest of the way in exhaustion. Seeing as she was in a similar bloody situation as Walter, but worse, he gripped her arm, stopping her. "L-lay down, you're losing more blood by walking. I-I'll get you..." he gulped, moistening his dry throat, "...s-some help." Richard wasn't sure if what he said was true, but it seemed right at the moment.

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~MEYIA~
Meiya stopped as the unknown man, likely another shipwreck survivor, helped her walk. She let out a cough, long and raspy, her throat sore. She listened to the man, letting him help her some. "What.. what happened?" she said quietly, letting out another cough that quickly turned into a ferocious coughing fit.

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[TheFrontLine]

Richard hadn't even thought about it. Were they shipwrecked? Well, they had to be. But, what was the ship's name? Why was he on the ship? He knew the answers, but in the spur of the moment, he grazed over them.

"Worry about that later, we have to stop the blee..." he wheezed, trailing his last word. Blood continued to seep through, forming a small puddle in the wrinkles of her shirt. Fuck, he cursed under his breath, stunned at the situation before him.
"I-I have to take off your shirt! I can't see where the b-blood's coming f-from!" he yelled, stuttering from his nervousness.