Stuck on an island…in your underwear!

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Emerald watched as the woman named Anna was studying Sita's arms. "Is there anything else you need Anna?" Emerald asked her voice shy but most of all she wanted to help. If they were to stay together and survive everyone needed to be at their best. At least, they were fortunate enough to have a nurse with them. She looked around her hand on her forehead as she tried to search the seashore for any other bodies or people. Nothing was found."We should go find if any body else is alive. Of course, after Sita is alright" she said as matter of fact while sighing and looking down at the sand. How could something terrible as this happened to them? Will someone call for rescue?​
 
As Natalia walked along the shore in search of others, the bleeding from her side grew worse. She was already forced to pull a jagged rock out of the wound, she probably should have left it in... She knew she shouldn't be walking with a wound so deep into her ribs, but how else was she going to find others? She couldn't just lay in the sand and hope someone found her before she bled out or died of heat stroke. She walked slowly into the ocean, letting the saltwater burn over her wounds. At least it would keep her bathing suit clean. In retrospect, wearing a white bikini might not have been the best idea. After cooling herself off, she searched for something to cover up her wound, a scrap of clothing, a leaf; anything.
 
Simon sat in the water, shivering. The gangly, pimply teenager had nothing left but a pair of boxer shorts. "Thank God it's not the ones Mum made..." he mused. He sat up quickly, ignoring the pain in his leg. Where were his parents? Both them and his sister were on the boat when it crashed. Some bit of scrap or a submerged rock had punched a hole in their boat. He could see a few people on the beach, but he didn't feel inclined to walk over. He was in his underwear, and some of the girls... He blushed mightily, and stuck his head fully under the water. This was not the time.
 
Ocean waves and bird chirping filled her ears waking her from her slumber. The salty aroma and the cool breezes washed over her body. A shiver went down her spine. Her body jerked up as something did not seem right. Her eyes looked around her and found luscious forest green scenery. Her hands pressed against her body as she realized all she had on was her white laced black bra and the matching panties. "WHAT THE HELL!" She yelled. Avery blushed hoping no one would see her like this. She quickly grabbed a big banana tree leaf and wrapped it around her body. "Now to see if there is anyone else"
 
Salty spray washed over Ash's face. He spat it out and looked around. He realized he was still in his swimming trunks. The breeze blew his hair back from his eyes. His hair was clumpy from the salt water and sand. He looked around looking for survivors. its seconds before he feels the unbearable pain in his left leg. A sharp jagged rock piercing nearly the full way through. He groaned, pain setting over him. He saw a group of survivors grouped around a single person, wounded... He guessed.
All of the girls were in their underwear, which surprised him and gave him dirty thoughts... he tried to block them out but what would you expect from a 22 year old though.
 
Avery pushed her way through the forest with the leaves and branches smacking her body. Reaching some beach the sunlight blinded her for a second until she saw a figure cringing a bit. She slowly walked towards it being cautious of her own sake. The girl held on the leave around her tightly while picking up a stick that must have drifted ashore. The breeze suddenly blew a bit strong while the saltiness of the air strengthened. The heat from the sand burned her feet as she took her steps. Hollering and god knows what else could be seen on the other side of the figure quite some ways. The end of the stick poked the man in the head trying to see if it was alive. "Hello?"
 
Trying to look professional, Simon hurried over to the girl in the water. She was clearly hurt, and if she past out in the water, she would certainly drown. Carefully, slowly, he lifted her up and led her back to the beach. She was dazed, and had lost a lot of blood from the wound in her side. Simon put her in the recovery position, then gathered up a few loose palm leaves. After washing them in salt water, he had a cleanish, crude bandage. Of sorts. He sighed, hoping it would work. The girl was still breathing evenly, so he positioned the pad over the gash and held it there. It wouldn't stay there, so he repositioned it, moving it up and forwards and-

Simon sat back, facing away from the girl, taking deep breaths. Not a good time for adolescent thoughts, he mused.
 
The depth of Kain's thoughts faded into a echo of a memory, the sapphire ocean began to fade to shade of grey; as he pivoted his body to set his eyes on an island. Rich with tropical greenery, the shadows of the forest thicket lurked in the trees, waiting to consume any trace of light at any given moment, waiting as the shade of the palms reached over the sand; eager to hunt. The trees jested at him with the promise of fruit, as it hung loosely swaying too and frow gently in the breeze almost like a child tempting a kitten with catnip 'I'm here, come and get me'

Although the sun shone through, strong and radiant in the crystal sky, kain could feel a strange darkness on this island. A darkness that could not be put into words or be given a name... it remained nothing more than an echo of a dark thought...a dream. There were voices, a large gorup of people not far away huddled together, a crowd all stripped down to nothing more than bikinis and swim wear. So there were others - survivors all looking out for each other. For a moment he looked toward the group with amusement, for how long would they be able to call each other aquaintence, friend, how long would it take to be rescued? or would they fall to insanity? The hope of rescue, that would keep everybody as a unit for a short time. But how about when people gave up?

Dark thoughts raced around his head as he looked upon the island once more, it felt almost as if he could hear a malicious laugh on the wind, as the island leered back at his gaze with a villanous grin.
 
Ash glanced nervously around as she stepped up the beach, the sand wet and slippery beneath her feet. Her brown hair had somehow come half undone from it's ponytail, and all she wore was a black bikini with gold patterns spread across the tight material. Her skin was paler than it should have been, her limbs shaking from the shock. She eased herself onto a rock and took deep breaths, trying to remove grains of sand from her hair.

As the hours passed, she became more aware of her surroundings. A beach, a forest. She began to wonder about who the others were, how the big the island was, where they had come from too. A stinging in her arm reminded her of how awfully mortal she was, and the sight of the blood dripping from the large cut running from wrist to elbow horrified her.

"Hello?" She called down the beach, to the others, but her voice sounded empty and she doubted they could hear her. The warm, red liquid dripping onto the sand reminded her of how urgent the situation had become, and she hurried down the beach.

"Hel-" Her vision spun and was edged with black for a few precious seconds before she sunk the ground, eyes rolling back into her head and limbs useless.
 
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