Emily only really had one role that really fit her, she wasn’t a good enough swimmer to take part in the two teams attempting to get stuff out of the half-sunk cargo hold of the downed airliner. She wasn’t strong enough or brave (Foolish in her personal view) to attempt to head into the jungle to find food and other supplies. She also did not fit into the group staying at the beach to make a camp, she was too old to be considered a child and too young to be considered elderly. So here she was walking along the beach on what would have been an idyllic location with soft white sand, rolling blue waters and large palm trees providing just a little bit of shade. It would have been idyllic if it wasn’t for the fact that she should have been preparing to land at LAX in California, USA and they had been walking for almost 20 minutes and had yet to see a single person outside of their group.
There where six members in this group, five passengers and a flight attendant who was leading them.
“This is strange.” Said a nerdy type guy who walked beside her, Frank she believed his name was she could not tell. It was not that she had an issue with this guy, he was a nerdy type yes but one of her former boyfriends had been like that and he was the kindness guy she had even been with. However Frank was the opposite type of nerdy guy or guy in general, she had already stopped in five times from trying to cup a feel or get a look down her shirt. She hated guys like that.
“What is strange?” inquired another girl in their group, Amanda. She was from California and had been on vacation when they crashed. She was the sporty type of girl, loved to swim and to rock climb and would have been going into the jungle like some of the other fools. Only she had a walking cast on from a broken leg and had refused to stay behind at camp like a sane person.
“There is no trash.” Stated Frank
“What is so odd about that.” said one of the stewardesses, Mrs. Smith who was leading their group. She was older had to be closer to 50 then 40 and was barely holding it together. She had to be married that was all anyone really knew about her; she kept the group moving.
“Well the amount of trash in the ocean I would have assumed we would have seen some kind of trash by now.” Added the only other male in their group, Tom. Tom wasn’t your average 25-year-old guy, he was fit but not to fit and looked like he had just graduated college and was soon to be married to his high school sweetheart. Which was somewhat correct. His wife of just over 10 days was walking beside him, and they had been high school sweethearts and had married after both finished schools.
“Why do you think that is the case?” inquired Beth in her thick midwestern American accent, she had been a farm girl or was a farm girl hard to really know.
“I don’t know.” Stated Frank “It is just odd and where is this island? I was following the flight on my computer and we where far away from any island and…”
Suddenly everyone stopped as…….