You just had to let yourself be bumped to that last-minute flight back to college in exchange for a few lousy air miles. So who needs 8 AM microeconomics anyway? But thanks to that wonderful cost/benefit analysis, you are now stuck in the middle of god-knows-where with god-knows-who.
"It's like a episode of goddamned 'LOST,'" you curse, annoyed at the situation. Or maybe the seriousness just hasn't sunk in yet. At least the survivors of "LOST" were still on some version of Earth, which you apparently were not. Language, customs, ethics...it might be the case that none of these apply here. Hell, it might be the case that to some extent, physics itself didn't apply here, you had no way of knowing.
You look around at your fellow survivors. There are a few families with kids, some business people, other college-age kids like yourself, a few elderly folks, and surprisingly, even a service dog. You're not sure if you pity or envy the dog. At least he doesn't realize how bad of a situation you all are in. People are already forming groups...the A-type business people are trying to take charge, the parents are trying to calm the kids and elderly, the college kids range from fake bravado to the verge of collapse. You, surprisingly, are strangely ambivalent.
You figure there's some food and water on the plane, but that is limited. The plane also might provide shelter for a hot minute, but it also might attract unwelcome attention. The fact is, someone needs to scout out the area, find water, food, shelter, and maybe civilization if you were lucky. Of course, if things go badly, the scout could also be the first person to die. You go up to the hiker dude, who is talking with a woman who is dressed in camouflage and looks military, and decide they are the best place to start.