[IC] Island of Blood(Survival RP) {ACCEPTING} -----Crypt's Island

[kagethekiller]

The Island chirped with activity. Birds and insects sang in harmony as the uncharted island received some unexpected visitors. The Freighter traveled at the island with a tremendous speed, the sound of its huge engines revving at overdrive screamed in the night silencing the wildlife there. Everything came to an ominous stop as the boat swerved into the bay and smashed into the beach screeching to a halt as it spun ninety degrees and tipped over slamming to the cliff edge. The different colored crates flew off and the boat tore open as it crunched against the rocks like a tin can. Most of the crew on the ship was already dead as most of the ship was flooding rapidly with water and those who had survived were more than likely tossed off the boat into the ocean or onto rafts that some people were already loading others onto. This particular Freighter had more than a few passengers on it at the time, due to a strange mix up in events a lot of people had been stuck on the boat without their knowledge of how long the ride would be. Or where it would stop.

The Natives on the Island watched as the boat came speeding towards the island and suddenly all lights went out. The Island's Eastern tip were the Natives city was darker than it had been for a very long time. The officials quickly assessed the situation and within a few hours after the crash the city was alite again. Most of them went about their business hoping to hear news of what could have happened. Others knew what had happened they just couldn’t understand why yet. They would soon be sending more scouts to investigate.

Some of the Survivors who had been on the back half of the boat flew into the clutches of the ocean and washed up on a much less friendly beach than the Beach Home the other Survivors would make. Most of them end up finding the Ranch hidden just within the woods and take up their residence there as they try to survive or try to find the other Survivors. These people will know survival. Or die.

Chance pulled out the small device he clamped onto his wrist and turned the knob. His vision lit up and he saw a huge amount of bodies there just near his home. He quickly flipped the knob and his vision changed again lighting up the dark in front of him as he ran to see what this new disturbance could be, as he went he hoped he wouldn’t have to start a war here. This island had seen too much death, he couldn't stand to have it see much more. He picked up his pace as he reached the summit of a cliff overlooking the accident and he flipped back to infrared vision tapping the bottom of the wristband he felt the ooze seep out all over him and cover his body shielding him from view as it matched the backgrounds from every angle. Some of them were gonna make it to the beach it looked like but a few others were getting pulled by the tide away to the other side of the cliff where the Jungles were. Chance cursed under his breath.

[Imaginary]

Maddie Tyler was sleeping when the ship sank. One minute she was dreaming about riding along the beach front in the brand new Aston Martin she had purchased. The next thing she knew, she was hitting the water. The first thing that she felt was the cold. It stung her like a bee, piercing every inch of her body. Her body sank deep, immersing her in black water. Her lungs immediately deflated, giving up the small breath she had managed to take on her way down. She kicked to the surface, praying to anything she could to just give her air. As soon as she got her head above water, a heavy wave crashed down on top of her again, pushing her down farther than before. She thrashed upward again, unable to make much headway.

Every time she resurfaced, she was knocked back under by progressively larger waves. She couldn't breathe, she had water rushing in through her nose and mouth, and her mind was going absolutely nuts. It was racing, unable to form coherent thoughts; yet, at the same time, it was continuously telling her that she needed to get to the surface. It lasted for what seemed like hours. Finally, she broke through calmer waters. She took a deep breath of sweet air, filling her lungs and coughing.

She immediately took in her surroundings, desperately hoping for another life to cling to. A few feet ahead of her Maddie could see something floating in the water but it was too dark to make out what it was. She squinted, realizing it was a suitcase. She begged her muscles to move, pushing her toward it, hoping to use it as a flotation device. She grabbed ahold of it, throwing her weight on top of it. It immediately sunk, throwing her head back under the water. Her mind screamed at her again, desperate not to face the same agony she had just endured. When she made it back to the surface again, she saw a full length mirror floating. This had to be big enough to hold her. Sure enough she climbed on top and balanced, grateful to be out of the frigid water. "Somebody help me!" she called out. The waves crashed so loudly that she could hardly hear her own voice, let along the reply of anyone else. She looked in all directions, hoping to see something that could rescue her from this nightmare. The night sky was a deep, charcoal black; the only light was cast by the moon. In its rays, she saw her saving grace.

Only a few hundred feet away, Maddie saw land.