Cato POV:
We hit the cold water and instantly I feel frozen. My arms and legs are moving slower than usual, and I'm sinking. I suddenly have the fear the I may get hit by the plane, then I realize that I'm just being stupid. I quickly propel myself up towards the surface. When I'm up I take deep breaths, refilling my lungs with much needed oxygen. I look around at the tragedy, the plane's tail is disappearing into the dark ocean as it sinks. Finally you can't see it anymore. I look around, some people are coming up, gasping for oxygen, and others float towards the surface, their life vests saving their bodies but not their lives. I look around some more when I finally remember the girl with the haunting green eyes.
"Clove!" I yell through the wreckage. But it's impossible to see within a couple feet from me because of all the loose metal and bodies polluting the water. "Clove!" I try again, but no answer. I finally realize that one of these lifeless bodies may be hers. For some unknown reason, this makes me nervous. Thankfully for the life vest, I can bob in the water without getting tired. So I quickly flip over the bodies of people, looking for Clove. I flip over a body and recognize the blonde girl from the terminal. The one with the long nails and the fashion magazines. The one with the pink carry on. However now her hair is wet and messy and her pale blue eyes show shock. Her pink carry on is now lost in the ocean and her fingertips look ridiculous. I quickly close the girl's eyes and mouth, making her look as if she were in a peaceful sleep. I then continue on, searching the bodies. I flip over another body to see a brunette boy about my age. I am surprised to see that he is alive. He's coughing, his lungs begging for air. I quickly find a loose floating metal scrap and make sure that he can use this to float. He thanks me after regaining his breath.
"Name's Marvel," he says extending his hand.
"Cato," I say quickly shaking it. I then left, still looking for Clove. All of a sudden a new body floats to the surface. It's a person with black hair that's floating lifelessly in the water. "Clove!" I yell, swimming fast towards the floating person. I flip over the person and am relieved to see Clove, breathing. She hold my arm tightly as she regains her breath.
"Are you okay?" I ask. Holding her just as tightly.
"I'm fine," she says. I take her arm and I lead her to wherever I go. Finally after looking through most of the dead bodies I give up, stopping near where the plane went down.
"Hello!" I scream through the water. "Whoever's alive, follow my voice!" I continue shouting things until 6 people swim towards us. I look over the survivors. All of them are pretty young, except one who must be around 65.
"Is this everyone?" I ask to the small crowd. They nod solemnly.
"What should we do?" A brunette haired man asks me. His grey eyes looking me over.
"We should stay here," A bronze haired man says.
"We should swim towards land," the man who's name is Marvel announces. The one I helped. Everyone starts talking at once, but I quiet them.
"We should take a vote," I say.
"Are you kidding me, we're in the middle of the fucking ocean!" the brunette says, frowning.
"Then what do you expect us to do?" I growl at him.
"We shouldn't do a shitty vote, we should just make one decision," he says.
"That's what I'm saying," I say exasperatedly.
"No, you're saying that we should do some dumb vote that no one gives a damn about. I say we just make up out minds without a fucking vote," the man says, his grey eyes boring into mine.
"Fine," I say. I don't care right now, but this guy is really getting on my nerves. "I say we go towards land," I say.
"I say we stay here," the brunette challenges.
"We should go to land, there are sharks in the water, with all the blood," Marvel speaks up. We all start swimming towards land, guessing on direction. I always make sure that Clove is in front of me so I can see that she's okay. I'm not sure why I care so much for her, we just met. I guess there's just something about her. After swimming for a long time, the old woman says in a loud voice, "Land!" she points excitedly towards the green island. We all enthusiastically swim there, relieved when our feet touch the sand. I look around, there's a beach with white sand, and surround it is a densely populated rain forest. The wildlife can be heard from all around. I lay on the sand, resting from the long journey as I watch Clove pull uncomfortably at the heavy sweater that she's wearing.
"You can take off the sweater you know," I say to her. She gives me a look, "You're wearing something under that right?" I ask her. She just nods. "Well then you can take it off, it's too hot to be wearing that." She looks unsure and is about to pull it off when something changes and she keeps it on.
"I like it," she informs me. I look at her, but I don't say anything.
"So where are we?" A brunette girl asks with grey eyes. No one answers, because no one knows.
"I say we should introduce ourselves to each other. We could say something about ourselves and our ages, like our jobs, relationships, ect." Clove says in her gentle voice. Everyone seems to think that this is a good idea. She starts.
"I'm Clove, and I'm 17. I lived in New York," she says. I noted that she said lived, not lives. So I guess she lives somewhere else or was moving. I share something about myself next.
"I'm Cato. 19 years old. I'm from Connecticut," I say, glancing around to see who's next.
"I'm Katniss. I'm 17 and I enjoy hunting," a brunette girl with grey eyes and olive skin says. Her hair is in a braid and her face is lightly freckled. She was tall and fit. She was pretty, but not as much as Clove.
"Gale, 17, and I don't give two shits about the world," the grey eyed boy said. The boy who always seemed to disagree with me. I automatically don't like him. He was tall, about my height or shorter, and had olive skin like Katniss. He was broad shouldered and muscular. He seemed cocky and arrogant.
"I'm Marvel. I'm 19 and I'm training to become a doctor," Marvel, the boy who I helped, said. He had brown hair, brown eyes and some freckles. He was much shorter than me.
"I'm Finnick, I'm 19 and my girlfriend is Annie," Finnick said. He had bronze hair with sea green eyes.
"I'm Annie, Finnick's girlfriend, I'm 18," Annie introduced. She looked like Finnick with her sea green eyes, but her hair was brown. Lastly was the older woman's turn.
"I'm Mags, I'm 64 and I enjoy fishing," the old woman introduced. She had silver hair and a wrinkly face.
"Now, what are we supposed to do on the island?" Finnick voiced what everyone was wondering.