When he woke up, he noticed he couldn't breathe. Everything was blue. He was confused. Wasn't he supposed to be on a plane? He snapped into reality. His plane crashed, and he was in the ocean. His lungs felt like they were on fire. He swam to the surface, gasping. He treaded water for a few seconds trying to figure out what the heck just happened. He spotted the surface of an island, and swam as hard as he could to the shore. He stumbled onto the hot sand, and pulled his long blonde hair back in a ponytail. Ryan Delvin turned to the ocean, gaping at the tail that was now rapidly sinking in the water a good distance from the island. A large African man carrying a screaming child in his arms distracted him.

"EMMA! MY SISTER-MY SISTER! EMMA, EMMA!" The African man was consoling the young boy, and the boy was screaming and pointing at the ocean where a young girl's body floated on top of the water. Ryan ran in the water and grabbed her. He laid her down on the sand, and felt her pulse.

"She's not breathing." He told the African man. He tried CPR on the girl, when he noticed the boy, her brother, was watching. He looked at the African man, and gave him a look that said, I might not be able to save her; you may want to take her away. The African man nodded and said to the boy,

"Come with me." The boy carefully set his teddy bear next to his sister, and reluctantly walked away with the African man. He started to execute chest compressions when she spat up water and regained consciousness.

"Let it out. You ok?"

"Where's my mom?" the girl asked, worried.

"I don't know." He noticed the little boy running towards his sister. She picked up the teddy bear and handed to his sister, who gladly accepted it.

Tia Bennet pulled a man out of the water. He was yelling, something about his leg. Well, we all have our injuries, don't we? She shushed him, not really knowing what to do. She didn't have any medical intelligence.

"Is anyone a doctor!" she yelled. A young woman with blonde hair came up to her. She motioned to the man yelling in agony below her.

"I went to medical school. I think I can help him." She said. They moved him over to a flat spot in the sand. The woman talked to him, and he had stopped screaming. He asked if his leg was bad, and explained to her that his name was Donald. "No, it's not that bad. I broke my leg skiing up at Stowe in Vermont. I was on this run - going pretty fast - I was racing this cute ski patrol guy. I went off this mogul, lost my edge and, bam!" She said, snapping Donald's bone back in place, making him scream and pass out. She laughed nervously. "You don't have any injuries, do you?"

"No."

"Oh, well, that's good. I'm Libby."

"Tia." Tia was amazed at this woman's level of calmness. They had, after all, just fallen out of the freaking sky. She was a little suspicious of this Libby chick. She seemed a little too nice. Tia bet she was some sort of psychopath or something. Even a Serial Killer, maybe. No one was that nice. She left Libby and Donald to tend to her own injuries, scratches, bruising, and stuff like that. Tia put her hand to her arm, and small traces of blood came off. She stared at the wreckage of the tail, wondering where the rest of the plane went. Who knew being stuck on an island would be so darn BORING?

Tremaine Carter sat on the beach, playing with a stick. Sure he could be out there with the black guy and the hot Mexican chick, pulling people out of the water and saying lives, but how would that help him? It's not like those people were going to survive anyway. Why should he help a hopeless case? He chuckled to himself.

"What's so funny?" A girl asked, pulling a dead body from the water. She had long blonde hair and green eyes.

"Nothing."

"Could it hurt you to help?" she asked, dragging the body up he beach. He stared at it, and the sand filling its mouth and eventually its eyes. This was the thing that separated Trey from the dead people. He knew how to survive.

"Yeah, it could. It could hurt really badly. Real bad." He said, standing up, kicking sand in the face of the dead person.

"Hey. He had a family." A man came out of the jungle.

"There's someone stuck in a tree!" he yelled. The girl left and followed him, and Trey followed. A man, around the age of 50 or something, still stuck in his seat with another dead person next to him. He was scared stiff.

"Hey!" the girl said. "Can you get down?" He shook his head. "What's your name?" she asked.

"B-b-b-Bernard." He managed to spit out.

"Bernard, I'm Bethany Collins. I need you to unbuckle your seat belt." He did as he was told. "Now I need you to grab hold of the nearest tree branch-"

"I can't do it!" he yelled.

"Yes, you can." He grabbed the branch just in time to not fall to the ground in the seat.

"That was fancy." Trey said sarcastically to Bethany, as Bernard scrambled down the tree.

Owen Williams couldn't sleep. There was just something in the air that he couldn't put his finger on. He closed his eyes, counted sheep, and attempted every other attempt to slumber, but he couldn't. So he just watched the stars. He heard a noise in the jungle. A few people he didn't recognize crept into camp. He watched them while pretending to be asleep. They grabbed one of he women he rescued, and another man. He yelled, waking the African man, Eko, up. Eko ran into the woods, and he heard screams and yells. More of them came and one of them tried to grab Owen, but he fought them off, punching one square in the jaw. When they had gone, Owen went to check on Eko. He stood over two dead bodies. He had murdered people. All Owen could think of was: Who are these people, and What Just Happened?


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