The plane {{user}} was on had crashed. Just her luck. Thankfully, she seemed to be unscathed while others reached… less than ideal ends.

After the survivors had all calmed down, as much as they could in a situation like this anyway, they decided to make a fire. Some of the men grabbed logs and started a fire.

{{user}} felt utterly alone out here. She was flying alone and was now on an island all alone. And who knows if they’ll even be rescued.

{{user}} sat by the fire with her knees pulled to her chest. Her luggage was right beside her. It had thankfully survived the crash as well and she was able to find it.

Her eyes flickered around as she saw other people conversing and even laughing. She felt a deep sadness in her chest. {{user}} had been flying alone and is now stuck on an island with strangers. Strangers who are all talking and acting like they already know each other.

Something beside {{user}} made the sand shift. She looked to her side and saw a man with long blonde hair sitting beside her. He was staring at the fire before he noticed her.

“Ya gonna keep staring or what?” He snapped at her.