Jenny shivered despite the warm rays of sunlight cascading down onto the sandy shores of the island. Lids fluttered open reluctantly as sea blue hues stared unwillingly at rough, coarse sand. Gentle waves from the ocean lapped around the lower portion of her body, answering her unstated question as to why she was shivering. Pulling her right arm forward and settling her palm against the sand, she attempted to push herself up off the ground when a horrible jolt of pain seared through her shoulder.

"Holy shit!" she cried in agony, collapsing onto her back.

Eyes glanced at her right shoulder to see something protruding out of it, covered in blood…her blood. Schecter calmed herself, refusing to let a little thing like this work her up into a frenzy. Biting down on her lower lip, the dark-haired female reached over with her left hand and yanked out the proverbial thorn in her side and eyed it carefully. A piece of shrapnel from the plane.

"The plane…" Jenny drawled as she snapped her gaze forward towards the ocean, then all around get her bearings. "Where the hell am I? Just great. Stuck on an island, bleeding…a regular Gilligan’s Island. Hope I get to be Mary-Ann."

Scowling wasn’t getting her anywhere. She had read and written about such incidents, the royalty checks she had received were proof of that. It took a lot of time and patience to study up on plane crashes and being stranded…so why was it that all of that research just fleeted from her mind when she needed it the most? Again Jenny scowled, pushing herself off the ground and staggering forward towards one of the many palm trees she would get rather acquainted with.

It was easy to push past the pain. After all, she had done some disturbing things in her teenage years that sent her to an institution. Then, after they decided she was ‘well enough’ to go back out into the real world, they gave her a therapist.

"Some therapist." she spat, grasping her right shoulder, flinching slightly from the ebbing pain.

Again she reminded herself that this wasn’t the time to be grouchy. She needed to see if their were survivors, and from the sounds of things, there were more than just a few. Ashen-faced and tired, Schecter continued to move with haste. In order to keep her mind off the pain and the predicament she was in, she needed to keep herself busy and moving.

Shay McCutcheon

Every time he looked at Shane his level of panic kept rising, until it seemed it would crush him. She was barely even awake.

"…water…"

He couldn’t stand it anymore, he had to do something.

"Mom, I’ll go get you water. Jared can come with me, right?"

He looked at Jared with pleading eyes. C’mon, kid. Don’t be a dick.

Jared Sobel

"Hey, sure, whatever," Jared nodded and got up off the ground, grateful for any reason to get away for a moment. As much as he tried to play it cool, as much as he hated to admit it, everything was starting to get to him and it freaked him out.

Shay McCutcheon

Shay rose to his feet quick as lightening, nervously eyeing his mother. "We’ll be right back with water," he told Jared’s mother. He bolted away, several paces ahead of Jared.