Mimi looked around from up on her tree. New people had arrived on a piece of yellow rubber. She stared at them. It had at least been 3 years since she even saw another person. She could see that they had small amounts of food. Mimi grabbed her rusty knife and creeped off towards the beach. She then sprang out and grabbed the nearest person and pushed her knife to their neck.
Keith limped back to the beach with Grant's help with Perla in tow. His feet hit sand and he pushes himself away from Grant, walking for a bit unaided. Once he felt as comfortable as he could, he decides to see where the others were, almost falling into a hole someone had dug. He sees they were handing out water but he wasn't that thirsty. He began collecting sticks and marking trees to make shelter, with his keys.
Rosemarie tried to calmly swim toward the raft, but she swallowed some water. She started to cough. Rosemarie sighed and reached into her pocket, looking for her inhaler, just to make sure it was there. She instead found her pocket knife and cut herself. Blood spilled out to the water. "Oh. Crap," She muttered.