[h1][color=9e0b0f]Jaxon Nyle Romero

8:07 AM, The Big Island[/color][/h1]

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Jaxon's throat was dry and he needed water, but as far as he could see there was no fresh water, so he continued walking towards the figure lying in the sand ahead. As he neared the figure he approached ever more slowly. As he neared he could see it was a girl. His hand gripped the stick tighter as he sat behind a nearby rock. His free shaking hand picked up a small pebble and tossed it at the woman in the sand. He cleared his throat and began to speak.

[color=00aeef]"Are you from the plane crash as well?"[/color] He tried peeking from behind the rock, seeing if he recognized the woman, but he didn't. He tried to remember the events that took place before he first woke up, but most of it was blurry and he couldn't make anyone's face out. His hand was sweating now and he tried to peek out from behind the rock once more. He shifted his position behind the rock to see if he could get a better angle at which to look at but it was futile, he still couldn't recognize her face, her clothing, her skin color, nothing. He took his position back behind the rock and waited for a response. He could feel his heart pounding more violently in his chest.

[i]This could be another survivor.[/i]