Zane Kelan Jackson's Story

~Day 1~
The gaggle of teens washed up on the island with whatever bags and debris managed to float to shore with them. The first to make it to the island, and fully conscious was Joey and the boy who'd saved her.
"Thank you so much! I would've died back there if it wasn't for you." Joey said, that was the first time she'd managed to be humble in a long time.
"No problem." He said as the two rose to their feet and looked around them, the wing of the plane that protruded from the water was still burning intensely.
"This is not good..." Joey mumbled as she looked around in complete shocked.
"Were fucking stranded!" She exclaimed as she pushed a wet strand of her russet hair out of her face. She'd seen this on TV before in her favorite program Man vs. Wild but sh never imagined she'd actually have to use her survival skills in a situation like this one.
"Come on, time is of the essence. Pick up anything that looks useful, start with the luggage." She commanded boldly as she picked up as many bags she could at a time and set them farther on the sand where the waves would not reach them and they could dry.
"What the fuck happened?" Roman moaned as came to his senses along with Sterling and Colin, now leaving only Nathan.
"Are we dead?" Sterling chimed in as she looked around.
"No, we're alive, but we won't be for long if you don't start moving. We have to gather as much resources as we can, now help-"
"Zane."
"Zane with picking up the luggage." She says.