Thread: The Island (Um and EvaRose)

As Katherine got to the shore she dropped to her knees and took a few deep breaths, only now did she feel any kind of real safety, though safety was a relative term. The Plane was probably a little unstable on the wet sand of the shallows, a few strong waves could easily wash it away, but even here on the shore she was still stranded on an unknown island. Even worse, that mountain in the centre of the island concerned her. Black smoke rising from it...could it be a volcano? Quite possibly an active one if there was smoke coming from it. That could definitely present a problem if they were here for too long, but at least with all this vegetation around it seemed either the volcano didn't erupt often, or she was on a side of the island away from where any magma would flow to. Taking a deep breath Katherine rose to her feet and looked around, intending to follow the other people from the plane to wherever they had gone. Huh? Where...? Katherine started to look around more quickly, more panic starting to set in. Where were the footprints? Why weren't their footprints from the other passengers? Could the tide have washed them away already? Had she really been unconscious for that long? No, that was impossible, wasn't it? Even with the tide, further onto the beach there should have been something, along the edges of the vegetation, but there was nothing. But where else could they have gone? It was incredibly unlikely they had walked around the shore in the shallow water and come onto dry land somewhere else. Before Katherine could think much more, a noise echoed through the air. It sounded almost like a roar, but as she instinctively turned to face the direction the noise had come from, she saw the volcano. Even more odd, the roar seemed to coincide with the end of the black smoke, the mountain now seeming to settle down. What in the world...? Maybe some kind of minor eruption from the other side that relieved the pressure...? She frowned, then slowly rubbed her head, damn, this headache wasn't going anywhere. As she pulled her hand away there were a few traces of dried blood....no surprise, that bag had hit her hard enough to knock her out so it was to be expected she had been bleeding for a little while. Katherine slowly turned around to look back at the plane, folding her arms. It might be a good idea to head back and start grabbing what supplies she could. Food, fresh water....maybe she could find something like a portable radio that she could use. Probably better to do it now before risking the plane getting dislodged and washing away or sinking completely. She took her first few steps back towards the water, then stopped as she heard a noise behind her. Fluttering? Perhaps birds wings? Along with the noise of rustling leaves, lots of rustling leaves. She blinked a few times, then slowly turned around, jumping at the sight. There were a lot of large black birds lining the trees, they looked like crows but larger than any she had ever seen before. Of course they were far from the strangest sight. On the sand infront of her was a much larger crow, far too big. How was it possible for a bird to be that big? Even more surprising was when it lowered its head, allowing a person to dismount from it! A person, riding a bird? That was impossible! Katherine reached up to touch her head again, once more wincing in pain. Maybe she was hallucinating? Entirely possible given the impact to her head. Maybe she was still unconscious on the plane, it would explain the lack of footprints. Or maybe she was dead and this was some kind of purgatory or hell, not that she thought she deserved to be in any such place. She looked up again as the woman spoke. English? She spoke English? Well that was a surprise, but maybe it was good news. Maybe it meant this island had contact with the outside world and she could call for help. Of course it could also just be further evidence that this was all in her head. I....hello...my name is Katherine... Katherine finally spoke to the woman. Her outfit was rather....revealing was a nice way of putting it. In Katherine's opinion those would barely qualify as underwear, let alone clothes. Then again on a tropical island like this it was understandable to wear things rather airy. I...my plane crashed... She motioned to the wreckage laying in the shallows. I don't know where everyone else went....they must have come onto the island earlier and gone somewhere, but I don't see their footprints She took a few deep breaths, explaining it like this was making her panic again. She had to stay calm, though the group of giant crows didn't help....she could feel them all staring, no, glaring at her. You speak English....does that mean there's a way to contact the rest of the world here? To call for help and tell them what happened?