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Shawn Cassidy

I'm So Screwed

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a character in “Surviving Isolation”, as played by Captain Schizo

Description

Name: Shawn Cassidy
Age:30
Gender: M

Appearance:
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He’s around 5’10” with a medium build, hes got several tattoos depicting his life scattered across his torso. His jaw is slightly squared, with slightly gaunt features. He has green eyes and his ears are slightly pronounced. His nose is flat with thin lips and a broad chin. Shawn has an all around rugged look. During the flight he was wearing a pair of rough looking jeans, a white tank top with a grey zip-up hoodie and a pair of old skate shoes.

Personality:
He wasn’t always a loner, but the past several years have made him one. He’s a quiet type and doesn’t get into other people’s business, he’s very capable of handing out a beating and is capable of holding his own in any situation.

Background:
Shawn doesn’t remember exactly how he got into the drug business but it paid the bills. The fact that he could fly a plane was useful in his line of work, however much he liked the money, it had been one two many times where he was almost caught. Shawn was good with his hands so after a year or two he stopped smuggling and took up an honest living as a mechanic at a local garage.
During his time as a smuggler he had married his high school sweetheart and she had his son. Things didn’t work out however, due to his inability to tell the truth. He went through a spastic stage during the divorce and she now has full custody and he has limited visiting rights. During the past couple of years he’s been trying to patch the relationship up.

Job or title they held before the crash:
Former Drug Smuggler, Full Time Mechanic

Any useful skills?:
- Aviator - Professional Mechanic - Athletic - Resilient -

gear or things they have on them:
-Switch Blade he always keeps with him - Empty Wallet with photo of his son- Two Wedding Rings on a shoelace tied around his neck (hidden under clothes) - Pack of Cigarettes - Zippo Lighter with a wolf logo on the front

Why were they on the plane?:
Shawn had been tight on money since the divorce and was contacted by his former bosses to do one last drop. However this time he wasn’t going to be delivering, he was going to be picking up. The next thing he knows he’s been put on a plane that was headed to Tokyo. He was to meet up with the suppliers in Tokyo and drive the plane to the airfield in the Mojave.

Other:
During the crash Shawn got a piece of jagged metal stuck in the right side of his stomach.

So begins...

Shawn Cassidy's Story

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Rays eyes opened and his mouth filled with water. This couldn't be happening, not again He looked around. Luggage and pieces of plane were slowly falling to the bottom of the ocean along with the tail of the plane.. He swam back up to the surface as quickly as he could. As his lungs felt like they were about to burst he took in a deep breath of air. He could hear screaming and crying. What was left of the fuselage was beached halfway on the shore and the other half underwater. Ray swam over to a nearby floating seat and grabbed it to stay afloat. Several bodies were floating in the water around him. The one closest to him was the lady he was sitting next to plane.

Using his right hand to paddle Ray made his way to shore where other survivors were beginning to gather. He didn't feel it until he was out of the water, the sharp pain of his dislocated shoulder. Breathing heavily he crawled over to a nearby rock. He got on to his knees and into position. "one.....two.....three!" He slammed he is shoulder into the rock and popped it back into place. Letting out a yell of pain followed by a sigh of relief he collapsed onto the sandy beach and looked up at the sky. Apart from a few cuts and and bruises he was okay. After a few minutes he brought himself up and moved over to where most of the people had gathered. He put his hands into his pockets with a second sigh of relief he felt it, His lucky swiss army knife. He then proceeded to help nearby survivors while also searching for his things.

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Davin was slowly, clumsily walking to the distorted sounds of screaming and crying, his breaths were heavy, he was soaked, paled and he was holding his left arm, making groans of pain as a stream of blood ran down in a steady pace down it as well as his back... He remember falling and falling then suddenly with a spray of blood some small part of the plane sliced into his back and across his left arm, everything when black with only his scream with many others ringing in his head.

He woke up what seemed only moments later washed up on a sandy shore, red surrounded him from the continuous bleeding of his arm.. the salty water making his wounds burn making him scream, moving was not easy feat either as a movement just opened and closed the slashes, making healing harder.

And so now he was just walking.... somehow, perhaps it was adrenalin or the will to stay alive that moved him... He had been through a lot, perhaps this was his way at saying fuck you god, I am not just going to sit down and die. So he kept moving, a trail of red behind him... Must of went off a little off when falling and as he saw a rock then a man he shouted with pained words as best he could. ''I-I need help...'' Before he fell onto his side, shaking. His ripped shirt revealing his nasty deep wounds on his back and arm and his breaths were of one hyperventilating...

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Kat was like . . . well, a cat. She always landed on her feet. Apparently in water this time. It all happened in a matter of seconds. One second she had been enjoying a Scotch on the rocks, lounging in her first class seat, the next everyone was screaming, the plane was shaking and . . . Kat got her cam out. She wasn't a screamer. No she was a recorder. She got it all. The flames out the window. The Air Stewardess screaming their heads off like headless chickens. Any other time. Kat could have laughed. Just before the plane plunged down, Kat stuffed everything important to her - iPhone and Camcorder - into her her handbag and then next thing she knew she was going down, down, down and then SPLASH!!!

She pondered all these events as she dredged herself up the shore, pulling sea weed off her leg. He black dress soaked through and through, handbag clutched in her hands. Shivering as she joined the the group of people already gathered. Least she wasn't alone. Silver lining. She kept telling herself, controlling her temper. Silver lining. Pulling her -waterproof, thank God - cam out, she started filming.

Getting a nice close up of a guy on the ground. His ripped shirt revealing a nasty wound. Now, Kat, wasn't a particularly charitable person but she knew if the wound wasn't cleaned, it would no doubt be infected. Rustling one hand through her handbag, she pulled out a miniature bottle of spirit she'd got from the plane.

"Hold still." She instructed the guy as she leveled her cam on the ground to get a good shot as she opened the bottle and poured, bracing herself for the scream that was no doubt to proceed. "I was going to drink that so you better appreciate it."

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Doug blinked a few times and tried to breathe, a mouth full of salty fish piss greeted him, he finally rose above the surface. "What the fuck happened" He was still processing the events that had transpired in a matter of mere minutes. He looked around, his carry on bag securely strapped onto his back. He gripped onto something hard that hit him in the shin, as he pulled it up it was a bag, he looked at it and nodded. Doug started to swim forward, soon it turned to slowly treading through the waves.
He made it to the shore and looked around seeing that many people had gathered. He threw the bag down and opened it. He pulled out a water proof jacket and a empty water bottle, everything else was mush or soaked through, he zipped it back off and dumped it on the ground for anyone else. He searched the pockets finding a lighter, he then rolled the water proof up and held it with his armpit. Doug looked at his feet, his sandals were gone, floating somewhere in the sea. He shrugged, that wasn't his biggest problem.
He had no wounds except for a few bruises and small cuts and grazes, he looked at his watch, thank god for water-proof technology. It was pretty early, if his watch was correct. He pulled out his binoculars and put them around his neck. Next Doug started to walk around, seeing a bunch of random bags, finally he saw the familiar ANIMAL logo, he rushed to it and brushed it off, checking that everything was fine he approached the group. "Shit, he going to be alright?" He asked as a girl treated a man who seemed to be cut pretty badly.

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"I need...Help" A voice said. Turning around, Ray approached the man who had called for his help. A women was there already trying to pour alcohol on his wound to clean it. Focusing he cleared his head and got down on his knees next to the guy. Ray took off his torn business shirt and ripped it to large pieces. As soon as she was done he put a piece of his shirt on one of the wounds to stop the bleeding. "Shit, he going to be all right?" a second voice said. Ray looked up at the new face. He's going to be fine" he said quickly. In reality Ray had no idea if he was going to be okay. But he sure as hell wasn't going to do nothing about it. We need to stop the bleeding as best as we can. He looked around at other injured people. Some had severe injuries and some were just bruised like he was. There was no way he could help all of them on his own...

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Kalena looked around as she tightly grasped a seat cushion. She had many bruises and cuts, but no big gashes or broken bones. Only about half of the passengers made it on land, maybe even less. "Nay (pronounced Nigh...) will be sad to hear of this." Kalena looked and the water. The water and white sand at the bottom was speckled with blood. Blood. She looked around nervously. If there was blood in the water, there would be sharks. Kalena hated sharks. She quickly realized that staying in the water was not the best option. She let go of her flotation device and swiftly swam through the water. Then she heard it, the thing she feared the most. Water rushing behind her. Kalena swam faster and faster until the water was shallow enough for her to run. She ran, as far away from the water as she could. When girl made contact with the land, the shark was close behind. It chomped the air, just delayed enough for her to make her escape. Kalena sat about 30 yards from the water with her knees to her chest and her head resting on them. She rocked back and forth, trying to forget of the awful events of the day.

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Shawn had a window seat and was daydreaming while looking out at the view. He yawned and reached in pocket for his wallet, he opened it and looked at the picture that was always in it, he smiled and closed it. As he went to put it back in his pocket the plane lurched and he heard the gasp coming from the people around him. He had one hand gripping the armrest and the plane lurched again. Shoving his wallet back in his pocket he looked out of his window only to see the engine spark and shatter and things went black.

He threw himself to the side, coughing up water. He felt a sharp pain go up his side and unwilling fell to his back again. Finishing coughing he slowly raised himself up and slowly moved his sweater off, his tank top was ripped revealing a jagged piece of metal sticking out of him. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Biting his lip he lightly grabbed the metal and curled his toes. Grunting he started to pull the metal piece out of his side letting out a slight scream. His breathing picked up and he pulled the piece out letting out a brief scream. Sitting himself up he looked at the piece of metal, hands still shaking, and dropped it into the sand beside him.

Letting out a sigh he stood up, weak kneed, his head was ringing and when he placed his hand on it stung, his hand was red when he looked at it and tapping on his head showed that there was a small cut above his eyebrow. He looked around, there was luggage and plane parts everywhere. He patted himself down, he grabbed his wallet, it was fine but the picture was slightly damaged from the water. He put it back and kept feeling around, he felt his lighter in his back pocket and almost forgetting, he sat back down, a slight ping of pain going through his side. Shawn took off his right shoe and grabbed his switchblade, he had smuggled it onto the plane through his carry-on and immediately hid it on himself when he boarded. He shoved it in his pocket with his wallet. Leaning back he patted his chest, making sure his necklace was still under his clothes, he looked down at his stomach, the bottom of tank top had begun to turn a brighter red than before, looking through the rip the gash was around three inches and seemed pretty deep. Bunching up the bottom of it he held it tight to the wound and got up and proceeded to look around. There was a commotion a little way away from the sound of things and figured he should head that way.

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Did that really just happen?

The whole crash had played in a slow motion as if it was some kind of scene in a movie. On minute everything was clear sailing and the next the plane was in a nose dive heading straight for the Pacific. The entire thing was a completely blur to Samantha as she found herself wading through the water towards the shore. She had no serve injuries which giving collision she was fortunate to even come out of it alive. Which wasn't to be said for every passenger on that flight.

Collapsing on the shore Samantha coughed up the salt water that she had ingested while making her way ashore. Her throat felt raw and she was feeling dehydrated. Of course giving her current predicament the last thing her mind was focusing on was her dry mouth and muscle cramps. She had managed to find her carry on among all the other floating items in the water and had lugged it to shore with her. Her body felt weakened but the adrenaline pumping through her body gave her the strength to pull herself and her bag farther up on the beach and away from the water.

Crawling up the beach when she had gotten a good distance away from the ocean she rolled onto her back and just relaxed for a couple a minutes as she tried to wrap her mind around how close she had just come to death. Time passed by yet Samantha felt she was at a stand still. It took a couple of moments but eventually Samantha opened her eyes.

Okay don't panic. The first rule of survival is do not panic.

Sitting up she began hastily rummaging through her bag to see what was damaged and what was still useable. Of all her belongings the everything was ruined expect a small book and pen, a handheld tape recorder, a DSLR camera, 2 apples and a bottle of tropicana orange juice. Her suitcases that held her clothes and other stuff was lost to her and she had a feeling she wouldn't be getting it back. As pulled herself up out of the sand a lightheadedness came over that made her head spin. After giving herself a minute to regain her composure she took her first look at her surroundings and realized that she wasn't the only person who had made it ashore. Sighing in relief she was happy knowing that she wouldn't be going through this disaster alone. Grabbing her carry-on she rushed over to were the majority of the other survivors had gathered upon the beach.

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His awareness came and went. There was sound - voices, or wind. It filled his head, made it feel swollen, misshapen.

There was hot and cold. His body was heavy, a mass dragging him down. As he sensed his body more fully, could put names and purpose to his arms, legs, head, the deafening sounds abated.

Water pushed him gently, back and forth on a sandy beach. He rose to his feet, wobbly and off balance. The light hurt his eyes and he lifted his hand up to shield them.

It took what felt like a long time to process the scene around him. It all seemed out of context, alien and unreal. The huge metal object on the beach was an unrecognizable protrusion on the landscape until his mind started retrieving memories of the last day, of the plane ride.

The people moving up and down the beach, still floating in the water, stopped being simply confusing sounds and images, and became his fellow passengers.

A man was close to him, blood staining his shirt, his hand pressing a bundled up length of shirt into the wound. He stumbled forward, toward more survivors.

“Stop right there,” Walter called, “Sit down now, you’ll only make it worse.”

He hurried to the man’s side, his feet slipping a little in the sand. When he was at the man’s side he reached forward, trying to pull the sandy, dirty shirt out of the wound and examine it.

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Kalena finally calmed down. 'Okay. It wasn't as bad as it seemed.' She didn't realize that the shark was just her imagination. She looked up from her knees and saw that a few more people either made it to shore or can to consciousness, and then saw saw that there were two men terribly injured. One was far away being cared for by a small group of people. Kalena walked over to the two men closest to her. One was bleeding and the other was tending to his wound. "I-Is there anything that I can do to help?" She asked. She looked around to see if she could find anything that might be useful to the doctor person. She pulled out a soggy napkin from her pocket. "Will this help any?" She held it out to him.

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It was a puncture wound, and the man had pulled out whatever had cut him open. Blood was all but gushing out of him. The shirt was holding back the blood for now, but it was covered in sand and dirt, doing almost as much harm as good in the long run. Though, if Walter didn’t stop the bleeding, the man wouldn’t have a long run.

Standard care for a wound like this was to leave the foreign object in place, to hold back the bleeding and prevent further injury from removal. Too late for that. Next you stabilize the patient for transfer to hospital and an operating room.

If there was help nearby - ambulances, helicopters, real doctors or medics, surely they would be here soon. Yet there were no sirens, no sounds of aircraft. Where had the plane gone down?

“I-Is there anything that I can do to help?” It was a slim woman with wavy brown hair. She pulled a wet napkin from her pocket, “Will this help any?”

“I’m afraid not. I need clean bandages, or something that will pass for them.”

He glanced around the beach, and for a moment could only see a long line of casualties. He was not a field medic, had only practiced medicine in controlled situations, and not on people. Some of the wounds looked to be even more severe than the one he examined now.

His eyes fell on what was left of the plane, half in the beach and half in the water.

“Luggage,” he looked the woman straight in the eye, “Unpack some luggage, bring me clean clothes -” suddenly he remembered his own bag, the kit he was going to use at the practice sessions he’d planned to attend in Tokyo, “I have medical supplies. My bag was checked, I don’t know if it’s still on the plane. It’s a big green duffle with yellow stitching, it should have a tag on it with the name Walter Sykes. You can look for it if you want, but get the clean clothes first, I need to get this bleeding under control.”

“Now you sit down,” he addressed the man, “I need to see how deep this is. I wish you hadn't pulled that thing out.”

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Shawn staggered past some of the plane wreckage his head still felt groggy and his side was killing him. He let out a sigh and looked around still not entirely sure what was happening.He figured he hit his head harder than he originally thought.

“Stop right there” he heard man call out “...you’ll only make things worse.”

His vision wasn’t to clear and there was a ringing in his ear. A man hurried to his side, not sure of his intentions Shawn took a step back. He was older than Shawn and immediately removed his wadded up shirt off of his wound. Looking down at the wound it clearly worse than before, blood seemed to be pouring out of his side like a faucet.

The man was checking out the wound when Shawn heard another muffled voice. He turned slightly to see a women was handing the man a napkin but he had waved it away. There’s was something about clean bandages and the women was gone.

“Now you sit down.” he told Shawn, helping him to the ground. “...I wish you hadn’t pulled that thing out.”

Shawn managed a smile “I wouldn’t have been able to move.” He relaxed his head back “That...that bitch killed.” he swallowed hard and lazily pointed towards his head “I hit...my head.”

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Kalena hurried away and looked around the beach for some luggage. She saw a few bags over by a tall tree. "Aha!" She rummage through them until she found a pink suitcase that held many different scarves. They were clean and smelled like perfume. She gathered a few and went back to Walter.

Kalena was halfway to him when she noticed something. Something shiny caught her eye. The woman went towards it and saw that it just a metal piece of the plane, but right next to it was a green duffle bag with yellow stitching with a tag that said Walter Sykes.

She grabbed the bag and heaved it to it's owner. "Here you go, Mr. Sykes." She gently set down the bag next to him, but kept hold of the scarves so that they wouldn't get sandy. Kalena looked at the injured man he was tending. "Oh, is he going to be okay?" She was a bit disturbed at the big wound he had in his side.

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Walter abandoned the idea of keeping the man’s blood off his hands. There was no way to treat the wound without risking exposure to disease. He gently lifted the shirt away from the wound and blood flowed out.

“That...that bitch killed,” the man said, his voice slightly slurred, “I hit...my head.”

Quickly Walter pressed the shirt back against the wound. That much blood meant an organ had been hit. He felt around the man’s abdomen for signs of internal bleeding - swelling, tenderness, but thankfully found none.

His mind couldn’t help but consider that there might be others with internal bleeding, people who didn’t have any real symptoms yet besides minor pain. He was mentally triaging the injured he could see. This man needed sutures to stop the bleeding. That could be simple, or very complex, depending on where the bleeding was coming from. Either way it would take time. There were others who only needed their wounds cleaned and properly bandaged. Though it was a simple thing, if it didn’t get done the risk of infection was great.

He lifted his head to the man’s. A small cut above his eye was slightly raised, already bruising around the edges.

“I’m gonna check your eyes.” He pulled first the right, then the left eye open. The pupils looked even, but he could not test how well they functioned.

The man looked hazy, so Walter tried to keep him alert, “I’m Walter, I’m going to do what I can for you.”

"Here you go, Mr. Sykes."

He spun to see the woman returned, not just with clean cloth, but his duffle.

“You’re an angel!” he blurted as took the scarves from her.

They soaked up the blood quickly, but pressed hard in the wound they slowed the bleeding much better than the shirt had. There was nothing more to do short of cut him open enough to find the bleed. In that time people with other, more treatable injuries might progress past the point of saving.

"Oh, is he going to be okay?"

He paused only a moment before answering, “We are going to do what we can for him. Now do me another favor if you will,” he stood back, making room for her, “sit with him. Keep really hard pressure on this wound, as firm as you can hold it. And talk to him, keep him alert.” Walter stood and lifted his case out of his duffle. “And you," he looked the man in the eye, "when you're too hurt to move, take that as a sign to stay still."

He nodded to them, then headed further down the beach.

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The lady was given the cloth and held it to the man's side. She was a bit disgusted at his horrid wound. 'Why me!? Ohhh why ME?!' She said to herself. She looked at the who she was also sort of holding. "Um.. Hi." Kalena didn't really know what to say, but she didn't say anything about the crash. "What's your name?" She thought making a casual conversation might work, Mr. Sykes said that she had to keep him alert.

She continued to firmly apply pressure to his wound. Kalena looked around at the rest of the beach as she waited for an answer. A girl dramatically passed out on the shore. 'If I had passed out, I'd probably fall on my face in a really unattractive way.' She thought to herself. Kalena shrugged it off, this was no time to judge people.

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As she staggered across the beach her body felt heavy and sluggish. Her lightheadedness was causing her to experience vertigo which was also making her feel nauseous. Stumbling to the ground her head fell into her knees and she felt like she was seconds away from vomiting. After a couple of moment of deep breathing she unzipped her carry-on and took out her bottle of juice. She knew that water would be best to treat her dry throat and relieve the dehydration she was feeling but she didn't have any fresh water and she couldn't drink salt water. Twisting open the cap she brought the bottle to her lips and let the refreshing orange tasting liquid pour down her raw throat. Despite her desperate thirst Samantha drank slowly not wanting to risk getting cramps later.

She stopped drinking when the liquid rim touched the top of the label. Placing the bottle back in her bag she felt a little bit better and was relieved that her mind had stopped spinning. It wasn't until she had looked around her that she noticed she was only a couple a feet away from a small group of other survivors. Rising to her feet she grabbed her bag and walked over. Coming up behind an older gentleman who appeared to be in his late fifties to early sixties who was trying to assist a man sitting with a nasty looking puncture wound on his side. Samantha wasn't a doctor but it was clear to anyone with eyes that the injured man was in bad shape. This only served as a reminder to her how lucky she was that she had made it out of the crash with nothing more than a few scrapes and scratches here and there.

"Here you go, Mr. Sykes." A girl who appeared to be around her age appeared with a duffel bag and several scarves. Samantha wanted to speak up to see if there was something she could do to help but it seemed for the most part they were doing just fine on their own. So she just sat back and observed from a distance not wanting to get in anyones way. Minutes passed when suddenly the man she now knew as Mr.Sykes got up instructing the girl to keep pressure on the injured man's wound before disappearing down the beach. Placing her hand above her eyes she blocked out the sun as she scanned the beach. She noticed a man away in the distance water who looked to be stripping a corpse of something she couldn't make out.

So much for respect of the dead. she thought to herself as she shook her head. Turning her attention to the girl and man in front of her she finally decided to announce her presence. Edging closer to the pair Samantha sat on her knees when she beside the girl and heard her ask the man his name. The guy didn't appeared to be all that elusive but he seemed mildly conscious."Am Samantha", she blurted out suddenly not really knowing what else to say in the moment.

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Shawn shut his eyes for a second and made a deep sigh as he leaned further back. Just my luck to be in this sort of situation. he said to himself.

“Um...Hi,”there was a short pause before she spoke again. “What’s your name?” asked the girl tending to his wound.

“I’m Samantha.” chimed another voice who he didn’t recall.

Opening his eyes revealed another woman with blonde hair kneeling next to the other one with what seemed to brown hair.
“Shawn, you?” He looked around the beach his vision finally started to correct itself but his head still killed and his gash was obviously not going to fix itself.

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When Kalena asked the man for his name she didn't expect to hear a lady's voice answer. "I'm Samantha." She looked up at a blonde haired girl. "Shawn, you?" The man finally answered. "I'm Kalena. It's nice to meet you." She smiled then had to keep the conversation going. "What do you do for a living?" She was asking Shawn, but she knew that Samantha might answer.

The girl looked around again there were now three groups of three people. All had a person being looked at. 'Only nine people survived? Well I guess only nine people made it to shore.' She thought feeling terrible. Kalena didn't know that there were others that survived, too. She wished they could be rescued soon, she didn't think they would last long out here on this isolated island with probably lots of wild animals.

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“I’m Kalena,” she managed a smile “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a mechanic.” he looked to the sand, at least that's one of my jobs. “Or at least I was a mechanic. Now i’m not to sure.” She was making small talk, probably because he hit his head and they didn’t want him to fall asleep. There was nothing wrong with small talk but it wasn’t his strong suit. “Is anyone else hurt?” he figured he’d ask.

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Ray smiled back to her. It was good to see someone who trying to keep their cool like he was. He laughed at her joke. "No I wasn't going to Tokyo to pick up a bride, Im a graphic Designer, I was going to meet with a client for my company." He wasn't sure about how he felt about her filming him and the injured guy on her camera. He was about say something when an older looking gentleman cut in and began talking about the tatooed guys condition. He seemed to know a lot more about medical procedures and taking care of people so Ray didn't argue. He just supported the the injured man while the new guy worked on their previous patient.

He looked up at he blonde woman. "Do I know you from somewhere?" He said to her. He had seen her face before but he couldn't quite place it. He watched as the injured guy regained his conciousness and began to mumble some thing about saving his sister. Ray had no idea what he was talking about so he looked around at the others.

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