The Island

[Uly]

Borgus walked up to Maria. "Are you okay?" he asked and handed her some food.

[Anonymously Famous]

"Sí, gracias," she responded without really thinking. "I mean yes, thank you."

She accepted the food, which appeared to be a piece of coconut. Coconut wasn't normally her favorite, but given how hungry she was, it tasted like manna from Heaven. After a few bites, she took a quick look around. There was this man who had offered her food and one other man. "Do we know how many survivors there are?" she asked.

[Uly]

"I'm Borgus, and this is Sterling." I look around suspiciously, as I have become a little paranoid. "I'm sure there are other survivors, but we haven't seen any. But... I have a strange feeling that we weren't the first ones on this island. We could do a trip inland tomorrow if we gather enough supplies today. What do you guys think?" My watch says 8:39 AM.

[TheDudeManJohn]

John awoke to sounds off in the distance.....it sounded like some kind of animal in the brush.....with only moving ever so slightly....john looked down to see a average sized pig.....he assumed it wild and began to untie himself slowly and silently.....he took his large walking stick found his feet under him on the branch of the tree he was in.....positioned himself.....then lunged out of the tree.....doing his best to make no sound at all......the unaware pig collapsed with a large 'thawp' right on the head from Johns walking stick.....john quickly wrapped his hands and arms around its head and with a large wrenching twist.....snapped the animals neck.....the sounds of the jungle the only noises heard......John looked around to confirm his kill was not spotted.....and with out saying a word....decided it would be better to try and skin and eat this pig on the beach.....he didn't want the smell of blood and cooked meat to draw any predators this far inland......John went back up into the tree....retrieved the vines and lashed the pig onto his back...he hoisted and positioned it on his back a bit.....the weight kinda reminded him of the huge pack he once carried in the early military days.....and with a half jog run began to make his way through the jungle to the south.....he didn't want to go back the way he came.....after jogging for awhile and stopping here or there to collect a few more berries...and some dried grass and leaves that he recognized to be good kindling.....he appeared out of the jungle back on the beach.......it had taken him about as long to reach the beach on this part of the island as it had taken him to leave the beach he washed up on....reaffirming his thought that that mountain was the center of the island.....when he stepped out of the jungle to his right he saw figures talking on the beach and to his left the remains of a fire.....it was two men and a female....there was also some wreckage scattered on this beach as well....John walked up to the fire and stood with his arms crossed and pig on his back...watching the three of them....and waiting for them to return to the fire.....John didn't want to walk up on them yet.....John was in a button up white shirt....stained with dirt....black dress pants that were ripped at the knees....black dress shoes....and his suit jacket tied into a bag to hold the nuts and berries.....as well as his pant legs fashioned into some kind of holders as well for the grass and leaves....the pant legs and jacket were tied around his waist and a few sticks twigs and a branch stuck out here or there tucked into the vines lashed around his chest and torso....he had planned to use them all for fire wood....and John just stood....arms crossed....and waited.

[wnxcogboy]

"If y'all feel up to it, we need to make tools and also make a beach sign today if we can. im hoping that now a day has passed, we may get spot planes or boats today."

[Uly]

"That would be gr-" I stop mid sentence in shock. As I turned to face camp, there appears to be a man disappearing in the underbrush. But that's not the most shocking thing. The camp is gone."WE HAVE TO GET HIM!"

[TheDudeManJohn]

((((ill make this simple))))))

John sees some dude come out of the woods and start scooping up fire wood and different equipment and some pieces of luggage or whatever....and start to try and make it back into the bushes....all the while John is standing there watching this idiot scramble around this quickly thrown together camp.....after a bit....the lack of interest this man is showing to john starts to really piss him off....and John takes his large stick and, with out realizing how much force he used, john CRACKED the stick over the dudes head.......John stares at the limp body of the man.....now bleeding from the head.....the man was either unconscious or dead.....John didn't care to check and just shouted allowed to anyone running up to the camp....."he looked like he was stealing!....I don't like thieves in the slightest....so I stopped him.".....John was mostly upset over breaking his walking stick....

(((((as for who the man is....and if he is alive....or any details about the man from the bushes.....THAT IS UP TO YOU GUYS TO CREATE.....all I did was stop him))))))

[wnxcogboy]

running over to the fallen man, i put him in the recovery position. then i gently palpitate the wound to see the severity of it. noticing that the main part of the damage dealt was on the hind of the skull and not the neck meant that his spine should be intact. due to the amount of blood(head wounds always bleed like crazy), it is difficult to determine the amount of damage dealt. almost guaranteed that he has a concussion, but since the stick broke, the potential for brain swelling is lower. putting pressure on the wound i say "if we want him to live, i need someone to make bandages from his clothes and clay from inland to stop the bleeding. im just a firefighter, my medical training is cursory at best, so if he goes into shock, i wont be able to save him.".

[Uly]

While making bandages from his clothes, I notice an ID card falls out. After several seconds, I speak. "I think we have a situation."

[wnxcogboy]

feeling snide i say " no shit, this fool is dying because i cant stop the bleeding." needing clay, i wrap a quick bandage, as i start to go get up for some dirt i see the id."oh"

[Uly]

"Do you know who this is? This is the F.B.I's most prolific agent! Dozens of drug busts! Thousands of confirmed kills! Top cybersecurity specialist! Why was he just bumbling around? We can be convicted for treason! And what the FUCK is he doing on this island!?"
I start to nervously pace around, thinking of how to defuse the current situation.

[TheDudeManJohn]

John listened for awhile before saying anything......then at a pause, "so.....my plane crashed into the ocean.....and I washed up on another side of the island......im assuming you three"....John motion to the girl still a daze on the beach, "were on that plane as well......as for this man here.....he didn't seem to move like an agent....and why would he need to steal the small things you have to call a camp"....John got down to a knee and layed the wild pig down on the beach next to him...."anyways I washed up somewhere a ways in that direction." John points to the north east. "i first traveled straight into the jungle....where I saw a mountain....I assumed it was the middle of this island......there was a fresh stream a ways in to.....and so far after one night in the jungle I haven't encountered hostiles till this man here"....

[Uly]

"The FBI wanted someone on the plane dead." I say. "If there's any place that a plane crash could have been caused from, it's this island.
"As for the stealing the camp, I imagine it's a coverup, no doubt there will be a rescue operation, and they want to make it look like no-one is here."
"That means that someone wants one of us, if not all of us, dead."

[wnxcogboy]

"there is no guarantee i can save him even if i try. so we need to decide if we want to patch him up or chop him up"

[Uly]

"We need to save him, and get more info," I say. "Tell me what I need to do."

[wnxcogboy]

"hahaha, get information from agent number one, sure. " i toss over the axes head,and kneel back down. after whipping my hands on his shirt i open both eyes and turn them to the sun and then way, one eye is dilated. looks like he will be out for a while." i need these bandages cleaned to prevent infection. dip them in the ocean and then hold them to open flame with some thing to cook off the water. i need to find some clean clay to clot the wound." with a drip test on my shirt to tell if there is any spinal fluid which there wasn't. i stand up and jog into the forest after grabbing a halved coconut.

[Uly]

Quickly, I grab the bandages and run to the ocean. After hastily dipping ten in the water, I run back, but realize I don't have any fire.

[TheDudeManJohn]

John, with out a second thought, began to search the mans pockets and clothing.........he found a lighter and a pack of cigs.....he tossed the lighter to Borgus with the wet bandages and pocketed the cigarettes....he pulled some twigs and such out from tucked around his body and he set them on the ground for Borgus..........John also found a small radio receiver, obviously used for some sort of communication, and another weird device.....made of smooth metal and shaped in a cylinder. it was about the size of a smart phone and it had a good weight to it.....john had no idea what it was for though......no markings on the outside....just a smooth metal surface........and the longer john held it.....he began to realize.....it had a warmth to it...a very unusual warm heat coming from the metal cylinder......"any ideas?" John asks the group.

[Uly]

I urgently work on the fire, but as it grows, I lay the strips to dry and relax a little. "Lemme see it," I say. "It is warm, and it isn't hollow. It could be some small generator."

[wnxcogboy]

going about a minute into the forest i find a little clearing which looks like a fair place to start digging, getting on my knees i use both hands on the half coconut shell to remove the topsoil. almost a foot down i find the clay i was looking for, grabbing a hand full i run back to the unconscious man laying on the ground "frak", as i see the man i realize my mistake in not instructing either one to put pressure on the wound, because as soon as i see the man when i come back from my little trip i notice that he lost a little bit of color. smearing the the clay on his head to clot the blood, i ask" how long till the bandages are dry?"