You awaken upon a sandy shoreline, wearing the tattered remains of your clothes. Your in pain but it's only minor and it seems to be coming from your head, like you may have hit it but you don't quite think you did.
The shoreline is small and where the sand disappears the treetop lining of tall thick trees with vines hanging from the thick canopies of leaves, you can hear the faint sound of guttural noises and whistles within the trees.
Status: Minor Conclusion, Amnesia. (Concusion is just thematic, your Amnesia will make remembering your life before this very hard. Until you can jog the memory)
Smasher pushed himself up off the ground, sitting on his knees, he tried to get his bearings and remember what happened, but it's all foggy. He rubbed his aching head,felt like he got clobbered, but he can't remember if someone jumped him or not. Slowly standing to his feet,he surveyed the land, beach, ocean, and a jungle. "Definitely not the streets of Brooklyn. " he mumbled as he stumbled along the beach.. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, "HELLO ? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME ?" Smasher turned around and looked over the ocean maybe he was shipwrecked? The big man decided to follow along the shore, to see if he could spot some sort of wreckage, or maybe he wasn't alone, maybe there were people with him.
Joe walks for a few kilometers, barefoot on the hot sand yet in the distance he swears he can spot the prow of a ship of some sort, partially intact and perched between the bay where huge rocks block both water and gusting sea winds. Your heartbeat quickens as you begin to feel hopeful that you aren't alone, but you soon feel your hopes dashed at the sight of skeletal, sun-dried bodies laying in the sand.
Smasher knows there is no time to panic, not in a situation like this. He ripped a piece of his shirt to tie around his nose and mouth. Smasher knew he had to check the bodies, maybe they had identification or other papers, something that could help him piece together what was happening. So, one by one, he checked them for ID, as well as supplies he could use, perhaps matches, or a watch to keep time. Afterwards, he would bury them further up on shore, but that would be after he examined the ship next for anything he could use to make weapons, maybe a club or spear. He was on island, he assumed. So there will more than likely be wild animals. Smasher looked up at the sky to see how much light he had left.
A heavy darkness like a blanket upon your conscious weighs you down, like sleep is trying to take you yet a harsh light beats down from above and a distant shrill cry of some sort of alarm rings in your ears. As your vision clears you soon wish it hadn't, you sit lightly pinned beneath suitcases in the smoldering wreck of an aeroplane, corpses of other passengers strewn about it is horrific and panic strikes as you realize fire is eating it's way towards you slowly consuming the wreckage.
An escape hatch is just in reach, you must get out before you meet a fiery death.
CONDITION: Slightly Injured Sprained Ankle (You have sustained a minor injury, it will heal in a few days.) Pinned (Something/Someone has you pinned down, you can try to escape to end the condition.)
Raymond was taken aback by his surroundings, it was a scene he had seen many times in TV shows but never thought he would experience himself. There was a buzz in his head, and he could feel himself shaking. The increasing heat reminded him that he needed to save himself from the imminent doom. He was trying to bring his hands to his face, when he realized there were suitcases on top of him. They were heavy enough to dull the sensation in his mid- and lower-body, but posed no immediate harm. Deep breathes. Raymond said to himself. He was still shaking, but his head was clearer. He wiggled his arms free as he examined his location. He noticed the escape hatch close by, in fact, just within his reach. Now, he just needed to free himself.
He tried shifting the various items on top of him to make room for him to wiggle out. He also looked out for loose tray tables, or boards in general, that he could insert between himself and the suitcase immediately on top to reduce friction.
With a little effort you push aside the baggage on top of you, the flames were beginning to get close however even with your sprained ankle the fact this was life or death made you push away the pain and the numbness helped too. You manage to in a rush muscle your way through the escape hatch and tumble out onto the ground below where you find yourself in an arboreal forest.
Now that Raymond was no longer cramped or restrained, he could clearly feel the pain in his ankle. Ice would be preferred, but it didn't look he would be able to get any. Especially not with a burning plane near by. A burning plane could explode at any time, all it needed was for the flame to reach the fuel tank. It was best to get away fast.
Raymond limped forward, picking up a large fallen branch to use as a walking stick. His pace slowed as he left the immediate vicinity of the plane. The sprained ankle was hurting plenty, and putting too much pressure on it would only make it worse. He rested every few meters, marking nearby trees by peeling off some bark or snapping higher branches. It was forest as far as he could see. The airplane could be his only source of non-primal resources. He needed a way back once the danger of fire and explosion was gone. Of course, an explosion would be the worst case scenario-- not only would he lose resources, it could also start a forest fire.
After a decent distance, Raymond rested on a fallen log. He ripped strips from his shirt using a sharp rock on the ground, and tightly wrapped his ankle. It was the only treatment he could do right now. The wrapping made the pain more consistent, but Raymond felt like he could walk a bit better.
Raymond took this moment of rest to consider his situation. He didn't remember much from before waking up in the wreckage. The last clear memory was him meeting up with an old friend, but that didn't give him much information other than his name. Though, he had to survive and find a way back to society before his past mattered in the least. His top priority right now would be to secure drinking water. He knew, in theory, that he could follow animal tracks to find a water source, but it didn't seem like he knew how to do it. He looked around, trying to notice any clues or anything other than just trees everywhere. He was lucky that his glasses survived the whole ordeal without much of a crack. He'd be hard-pressed without them.
