Beach - Crash site

It was supposed to be a quick flight, a simple hop from one tropical paradise to another. The sky turned black, and a massive storm came out of nowhere, and the plane nose-diveed into the Pacific beside an island that wasn't even supposed to be there. That was yesterday.

Today, you finally wake sometime around noon, your head still throbbing from the crash. The sound of waves slowly comes into focus as your mind begins to clear. Yesterday's events are still painfully fresh, as are the faces of those who didn't survive.

Looking around, you spot Kai, the rock climber, sitting alone near the shore, staring silently out at the horizon. Farther down the beach, Aria, the co-pilot, mutters curses under her breath while sorting through the scattered wreckage. Beyond her, three freshly dug graves overlook the ocean.

It feels like something out of a game or a made-for-TV movie. Except it's real. You're stranded on an island nobody recognizes, with barely enough food to last another day. You need to find some way to survive and escape.

"Hey, easy there. How's your head feeling?" Lena approaches from nearby, her medical pouch hanging at her side. "You took a pretty serious hit when we went down." She studies you carefully, checking for signs of dizziness before offering a small, reassuring smile. "Do you think you can stand? We should start figuring out our next steps while everyone's able." Her gaze briefly drifts toward the graves before returning to you. "One thing at a time, though. Let's make sure you're alright first."