[h1][color=9e0b0f]Jaxon Nyle Ronero
9:30 PM, The Big Island[/color][/h1]


It was night. The cold air whipped and slashed at Jaxon's face. He opened his eyes and looked up at the night sky. If his leg didn't hurt like hell and the plane he was on just crashed, this would have been pretty amazing, but considering the things just stated [i]did happen[/i], he didn't really have time to take in the beauty of it. He tried to sit up but he fumbled back onto the ground. He finally sat up and put his hand on the back of his neck, trying to brush the sand off. He slowly lifted up the left leg of his pants to try and see if he could spot anything visible that was causing the pain. He could barely see but in the faint moonlight he could make out darker colored sking around his knee, and it felt more raw than the rest of his leg.

Weakly, he tried standing up, using a nearby Palm Tree trunk to support himself. He could look out into the darkness and see the faint outline of small waves lapping onto the shore. The wind had calmed down and turned into a gentle nighttime breeze. He knew there were more people on the plane still alive, but he didn't have the energy, or the strength to go looking for them. He inched his way over to a smaller tree with palm frawns lower to the ground that he could take cover in. It wasn't much but it should be able to do for the night. That's when he heard it. The rustle in the bushes just outside the small forest. His hands reached around on the sandy ground for something he could use and he found a slender stick. It was slender but sturdy, maybe once it was daytime, if he even made it through night, he could use it as a walking stick to keep himself up with. 

The rustling got closer and closer, he now heard the footsteps in the sand until they were right in front of him. He took a wild swing into the darkness and felt the stick connect with something, followed by a whimper. Jaxon pushed himself up with the stick over to the limp body. He recognized the animal. It was Shiloh, one of the other passengers dogs. He sighed and sat next to the dead dog. He laid down on the sand, looking up at the stars once more, until he faded into sleep.

[h2][color=9e0b0f]8:10 AM, The Big Island[/color][/h2]

Had woke up with a start, thinking he had been awoken by a terrible dream, only to find that it was a reality. He stood up with his stick and limped toward the shore, which wasn't that far away. After a good five minutes he reached the place where the crystal clear water met the sand. Out, not that far in the distance he though he could see something, a submerged boat, but with his leg, and the dangers that may or may not lurk in the depths below, dry land would be the best bet for now. Jax walked along the shore, collecting sticks and driftwood, and surprisingly there wasn't much. He looked back to find the place where he had killed Shiloh not in sight. Instead he saw something that startled him.

Across the way, down the shore, he thought he could spot someone lying in the sand ([@Akayaofthemoon]). He limped faster with his two pieces of driftwood and three sticks under his right arm. He only hoped what he saw was true.