Taichi

How long had it been? Hours? Days? I had no idea. All I knew was that I had fallen asleep and woken up again at least four times over.

Nobody had answered my cries for help. The door remained sealed and I was trapped inside the airplane's lavatory. What a cruel way to die.

On the bright side, at least I had a functioning toilet. I sighed. Not even my own lame jokes could change my depressed mood right now.

The sink at the counter also worked, albeit barely. Every now and then it released droplets of water - how long that would last I didn't have a clue. I clogged the drain and let the drops build up so I could drink. It sadly didn't do me much good in the long run when the lack of food began getting to me.

I was hungry. I wanted to eat.

The place was small, too.

I felt cramped. I could barely manage enough room to sit. I couldn't lie down nor did I have enough room to stretch my legs.

I wouldn't be able to last much longer.

I had hoped that there would be other survivors. But I would have been found by now had there been others. I had to admit that everyone else aboard was most likely dead. The pain in my heart wouldn't cease after realizing that my sister was most likely one of the deceased.

I sunk towards the floor, my legs up against my chest, and prepared to fall back into yet another uncomfortable sleep.

It was then that I was stirred into full consciousness by a violent shake. I could feel the floor and the walls vibrating beside me. I rose to my feet, preparing for the inevitable. The water that had formed in the sink began to ripple from the quakes. The plane rumbled, and I lost my balance. I toppled to the floor as the ceiling above me was ripped open and tossed aside.

I stared upwards, eyes wide, and peered into the jaws of a terrifying T-Rex.

Had I not been overwhelmed by panic and fear, it would have been the right time for me to question whether or not I was delirious from the current lack of food and proper nutrition.

::Hikari::

I was crawling along the beach - I still didn't have enough energy to walk - when I saw something shiny and rectangular sticking out of the sand. I got closer to it and saw that it was the monitor half of a laptop. I inwardly cringed, hope the owner has warranty on that.

I was still searching for Taichi and was having no luck. I was really worried about him, but at the same time, in the back of my mind I couldn't help but think that he should be the one looking for me. He is the oldest after all. I was tempted to lay back down in the sand and just wait for him, but I also knew that if I didn't do anything nothing would ever get done.

I sighed and kept going, I saw a guy with blue hair running around frantically trying to help all the injured survivors. I wondered if he'd seen Tai. I crawled towards him as quickly as I could and asked him.

"Excuse me, have you seen a guy about 4 years older than me, with really big hair?"

::Koushirou::

I watched numbly as blue-hair worked whatever magic he had on my wounded leg. The pain had slowly ebbed away, though the expression on the other guy's face told me that this would only be temporary.

Having bundled up my leg with goodness-knows-what, he assured me he'd be back shortly before rushing off to tend to the other survivors.

I leaned back slightly against the coconut tree I was next to. My earlier shock and horror had been replaced by a mind-numbing depression. I should have known better than to bring my laptop with me on this trip! It was just supposed to be a short trip to visit my parents - why had I even wanted to bring him along? Now he was gone forever and ever, lost and stranded in the middle of the deep blue sea...

I could feel tears in my eyes and tried to blink them away rapidly. I know it's stupid. People around me were just as upset as me, but at least what they were upset over made more sense - being stranded and lost on a strange land, having lost contact with those near and dear to them.

But I was used to feeling lost and stranded. No, I was upset because I had lost my dear friend, the friend with which I had shared all my happy memories with.

Oh, God. I didn't want to stay here for one moment longer. Surely my leg could support a bit of hobbling? I grasped the coconut tree and started trying to heave myself up. I needed to interact with someone or even SOMETHING before I went bonkers.

::Jyou::

"Umm..." I tried thinking back on all the passengers I'd seen so far, but one with really big hair didn't come to mind. "Sorry, miss, but I don't think I have. You could always grab a buddy and try searching the plane though."

I pushed my glasses up as they slipped down my nose. I tried to give her a reassuring look, but the blood and gore covering my hands and face probably made me look more like an axe murderer than a helpful bystander.

Still, I couldn't hang around to see if she'd take my advice or not - the one I'd treated earlier now had bits of shrapnel dotting his back and causing him to bleed all over the sand. I approached him and asked him to take off his shirt so that I could get a better look.

As he struggled to remove his clothing without causing himself mass amounts of pain, I noticed the young woman beside us, and gave her a quick smile. She looked a bit flushed - maybe she had a fever? Or heatstroke even? The sun was overhead, and very bright.

I knew for certain that I'd have a sunburn by the end of the day.

Sora

You know what I hate about being stranded on a tropical island? Sure, there's plenty of food, and the trees give plenty of shade from the scorching sun. It's the humidity, and the way bugs get attracted to you when you sweat - which is non-stop. And if that weren't enough, the mosquitos are the size of my fist! And the cockroaches are bigger than my foot.

"Fucking bastards," I snarl, batting one of them out of the air with my baseball bat. My trusty friend was covered in insect gore by now. Not a pretty sight. My shoes also have their share of gore, collected from all the creepy crawlies I've stepped on in the past hour. I've been resisting the urge to take off my trench coat too, because then the poison ivy will be all over me...that and I'm naked underneath. My face was scratched and bleeding, my hair clung to my face, and I AM SO FUCKING PISSED OFF! KILL ME ALREADY, DAMN MOTHER NATURE!!!

...I'm okay. I'm okay. I've got to be okay. I'll just make it to the plane, and....FUCK IT! FUCK THE DAMNED BEETLES!!! FUCK THE DAMN PILOT!!! AGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!

::Mimi::

"Thank you. Oh, and I'm Mimi!" I called shakily, trying to smile as the blond was helped away by the blue haired guy who I'm gonna take a guess and assume is a doctor. He was a bloody mess but there were a few people patched up. A redhead with a branch strapped to his leg was sitting in the sand, grabbing and throwing fistfuls of the itty bitty rocks, crying about a man he lost. That poor dear, he might have lost his boyfriend. Love knows no bounderies...

I stood up slowly, ignoring the ache in my middle and started a slow shuffle toward the man as he begin to stand, using a nearby tree for support. I was feet from him when a girl, younger than me by the looks of her, caught my attention.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She turned to me, her eyes glazed with tears and sadness. She asked about her brother... I hadn't seen him. I hadn't really seen anyone.

But the plane... it was bigger than what had exploded...

"Hey!" I shrieked, making her jump. "There has to be another half. A part the plane is missing. I'm can't do much here, and I'm totally directionally-challenged, but I'll be happy to help you look for him," I ranted on. She looked at me strangly, and I dropped my head, "If you want?"

Sigh. Without my credit cards... I'm useless.

::Hikari::

The blue-haired man was of no help. It was at that time that I lost all hope.
I broke down, crying uncontrollably, I would never find Taichi. The plane had exploded, if he had survived there was no chance he was alive anymore. What was I going to do? I needed my older brother I might not have shown it a lot, but I did love him, and what had been the last thing I'd said to him?

Shut up Tai. It's a long flight and it'll only get better if you fall asleep.

I was a horrible, horrible sister. Just as I was about to crawl into a deep hole and die, a girl with pink hair asked me if I was alright. I turned to her, she was really pretty. I held back my tears.

"H-have you s-seen my brother? H-he has b-big hair, and he's older than m-me."

She admitted that she hadn't seen him, and I was ready to go back to finding that hole.

"Hey!" she screamed, making me jump. She continued to tell me that there had been another half to the plane, and that it had to be on the other side of the island. She also offered to help me look for him!

"Of course! I would love to have your help!" I exclaimed. Suddenly my bad day, had gotten a whole lot better. I gave this stranger a hug, then realized that I was probably creeping her out and backed off. Better to introduce myself before she runs away screaming.

"My name is Hikari, by the way. Yagami Hikari. What's yours?"

::Yamato::
My name is Yamato. Don't ask me my last name, because I don't know. I can't remember much about my life before the island- and I couldn't even tell you how long I've been here. And when I say I can't remember much... I can't remember anything. But something tells me that I haven't been here my whole life. Sometimes I have dreams- nightmares. Nightmares where the whole world shudders and shakes, people screaming, crying, begging... and fire. Nightmares which seem so real that I wake up screaming. But that's ok, because there's no one here to hear me.

But I haven't always been on my own. No. A while ago- I say a while, because for me time never really changes here: I get taller, faster, stronger, but it's only me. The island stays the same- a plane crashed onto my island. I feel silly now, looking back... I thought it was some wierd, giant bird falling from the sky. But when I went to investigate, I found Ken- and things would never be the same again.

Ken taught me about what he called "the civilised world". A world full of planes and houses and people- where you didn't have to hunt for your next meal, or make your own clothes, or sleep with dinosaurs for warmth. Apparently, there aren't dinosaurs in "the civilised world". Ken was excited when he first met Gabu, calling her "the last of her kind" and an "ecological miracle". He would rant and rave for hours about her, wondering how she could exist in such a place, and why only here. He didn't know what she was- the best description he could come up with was "Mini Tyrannosaurus-Rex". That said, Ken was always ranting and raving about something.

I sometimes miss him. He taught me many things, like words and numbers. But it was more than that, it was the companionship. I remember how we used to sit on the beach in the middle of the night, with a fire and meal -uncooked for Gabu, of course- and just talk and talk. Ken taught me how to swim, something that thrilled me at the time. In turn, I showed Ken how to climb to the tallest tree without disrupting sleeping animals, and how to treat an infected animal bite with plants. Ken wasn't too keen on my plant remedies- as I could only test them on myself, there was a good chance one of us would die. But we never did.

I have no idea what happened to Ken, one day he just disappeared.

For a while I was hoping he was playing a huge game of Hide-and-Seek, but after several moons, I gave up. One day I might find him. Until then, it looked like it was just me and Gabu...

...Or at least, I believed that until five minutes ago.

We'd heard a huge noise, very similar to the sound Ken's plane had made when it crashed... And now we were running towards the beach like our lives depended on it. I could feel my heart beating in my throat, my head was pounding... And there it was. Half-submerged in the sea water, half of a plane. It was a lot bigger than Ken's had been- he'd called his a "private jet", which means it's only for a few people. But this thing had to be at least... three times that size. And this was only half of it! I was pleased, but I didn't smile. Ken said that's what people do when they're pleased. But every time I try, it doesn't really look right... But now is not the time to be wondering about things like that!

I hadn't realised I'd stopped running, when I heard the horrific screech of tearing metal. Gabu was tearing the plane apart already! I stood dazed, before I heard a different sound... The sound of somebody screaming for help!

"Gabu! STOP!"

::Koushirou::

Just a little bit more... a bit more... UP! Beads of sweat were trickling down my forehead as I heaved and pushed with all my might, trying my hardest to get onto my feet. About fifteen minutes had passed, but I was still not up yet... nearly. I was nearly there.

"ARGH!" I exclaimed with a final heave as I managed to successfully push myself up with the support of a tree. My earlier tears of grieve had been replaced by frustration and a burning desire to find out more about what had happened to all of us. I grabbed a long, wooden branch to use as a crutch of sorts and began a very slow hobble toward the plane debris, where most of the (few) survivors were standing around.

::Jyou::

With most of the plane's survivor's injuries taken care of, I could now relax for the next two minutes, until someone else decided to spray their blood all over my clothes.

These were new clothes, too. I'd gotten them recently as a present from my older brother... who only really gave them to me because they were too small on him.

I sighed and flopped down on the scorching sand, taking off my glasses (useless, anyways, with all that gore covering the lens). The sun was terrifyingly strong and those damn UV rays were sure to give me skin cancer before the day was through.

I just didn't know how much more of this I could handle. After a mass plane crash and more than just a few patients to tend to, I knew that other things still needed to be taken care of - shelter, food, establishing radio communication with someone who could come rescue us, etc.

But this sand was awfully comfortable...

::Takeru::

I decided to wait until the other survivors started going through the luggage before trying to determine what, exactly, was mine. I came to this conclusion for a couple of reasons:

1. I nearly got killed in an explosion near them so I don't feel like going back yet.

2. I don't relish invading other people's privacy to find mine.

3. I'm a little scared to find out who I am. What if I'm really a complete asshole who everyone hates? If that's the case, I don't want to know.

So with nothing else to do, I decide to explore the jungle. It won't be hard to find my way back since the smoking remains of the plane is clearly visible. I decide not to ask anyone to come with me; I want to be alone for awhile.

So I slip off unnoticed into the jungle.

::Mimi::

My blond savior had disappeared and the good doctor had wrapped my stomach tightly with who knows what. It really hurt to sit down but at the same time just standing wasn't doing any good. I had to get out of here!

I was tired, hungry, bleeding, and generally upset. Should I be crying right now? Really wouldn't do me any good but I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry like a baby.

There were bodies floating in the water, scraps of metal lying on the sand, blood... why is it red!? Why couldn't blood be like... uh... PINK!? Do you know how much better blood would appear if it were bright instead of dark. And if it were a little more happy looking the world would be a better place!

I looked down at my tattered, dirty, blood covered clothing and sighed. I really needed to find my luggage. I needed knew clothes... tennis shoes might be a good idea right now too...

I didn't see my suitcases anywhere. There were some here and there but none were my Pink Prada Collection. Then I remembered, I'd arrived late. My things would have gone on the plane last. They would have been... in the other half!

Damn it! Fine, I'm going to find my clothes!

I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail and kicked off my Jimmy Choo's. I looked up at the sky a small cloud of smoke was swirling from behind the trees. That's where I needed to go. I walked in briskly and, because I have no sense of direction, was lost within three mintues.

I heard a noise behind me, like branches being cut away. I'd seen this scenario before, in like a horror movie. Oh my, I'm going to die. I can not handle anymore death experiences!

Stiletto in hand, I waited as the sound grew louder... "H-h-hello?"

The trees parted and I scrambled backwards. I fell on my ass and looked up to find a large woman in a black coat standing over me.

Naturally... I screamed.

Sora

Humans! Intelligent life! I don't think anyone could describe the feelings I have exploding inside of me. I'm not alone on this forsaken hellhole anymore!

I lunged forward to wrap my fellow surivor in a bear hug...when I noticed the stiletto.

Ow.

::Koushirou::

I did it! I reached the plane debris! There was nothing much to look at, though. Half-mangled bodies and blasted-apart suitcases didn't make for a very pretty sight. I scowled. Any last, wild thought about finding my precious laptop had flown away with the chilling breeze that was currently enveloping me. Even if I could find it, I doubt it'd be in working condition.

I sighed and turned away, hobbling toward another general direction - the more forested area. I was beginning to get used to this whole limping thing - up, down, up, down, up, down... the rhythm was rather comforting, really.

I didn't know why, but I found myself drawn to all the lush trees. Maybe it has something to do with green being my favourite colour.

It took me about twenty minutes or so to finally enter the forest. I glanced around, suddenly feeling extremely thirsty. There was a bush next to me, and I saw, to my astonishment, bright purple fruits covered with dark red spots dangling from it. I had never seen anything like this before! COOL!

Then I did something the normal sane and rational me would never have done usually. I plucked one of the fruits at once and bit into it.

The taste was heavenly. I had never tasted anything so sweet, juicy and yummy before. I took bite after hungry bite, relishing every bit of it until there was nothing but the core left. I greedily grabbed a few more fruits and piled it into my pocket before limping my way in.

That was when I heard a sharp, shrill, definitely female-ish scream. I leapt in fright, nearly causing a few of those fruits to fall out... who could that possibly be? This was worrying...

"Hello...?" I called out apprehensively.

Perhaps whoever it was would need some fruit, too.

Taichi

The frame of the plane was collapsing around me, and the huge jaws and gargantuan teeth of the T-rex were ever nearing.

I was no longer questioning what I saw. I knew that I was definitely not delirious, despite my lack of recent nutrition. What I quickly decided at this point was that I had to make my escape, and I had to do it soon lest I became just another meal for this creature.

The plane shook as the beast tore and shred into it. I needed to act fast - it would soon be able to reach me. I took my chance the next time his jawline entered through the opening.

I ran forth, stepping onto the toilet seat and springing myself forward over the base of his mouth. I landed securely on the ridge of his snout, and immediately jumped off to the side. A quick glance of my surroundings told me I was near the shoreline.

For a second I thought I heard a voice, but I ignored it and sped off towards the ocean. I didn't care to look back until I was far enough into the sea that I was certain the dinosaur wouldn't be coming after me.

I calmed myself a bit as I turned. The creature looked smaller than my hand due to the distance I'd put between us. It stood patiently on the sands of the beach, looking over me. I felt our eyes connect a few moments before it turned away and began stalking back into the trees.

The breath I'd been holding finally left me. I couldn't remain in the water forever. The current was strong, and as athletic as I was I couldn't fight against it forever.

Off to the side smoke caught my attention. I paled once I had realized that the area I was trapped in had only been half of the plane. What could have possibly caused it to break in half? I couldn't answer that, but I had a pretty good idea where the other half had fallen.

I needed to go there.

There might be other survivors.

And they needed to be warned about the creature.

I wasn't yet willing to get back on solid ground. Not with the creature still around. I gave myself a silent nod, and began swimming along the coastline towards the rising smoke in the air.