Can survivors get along and get rescued?
I'm 18 years old and flying for my first time as my family and I are going to Japan. On the plane a mom asks to trade seats with me and I end up sitting next to her daughter, a hot girl about my age. We talked some and I learned that she's also 18. She's white but tanned, has hazel eyes, her ass is nice, her tits are large yet modest and she has her brown hair dyed blonde.
Halfway through our flight the plane was struck by lightning and it shut off. I blacked out. I wake up still strapped to my seat and I see that most people didn't survive. My new friend Haley survived.
"Holy shit are you alright!" I say getting out of my seat.
"Yeah, I'm good! What about everyone else?" She says getting up. We both grab our carry ons and look for survivors. After an hour we survivors regroup on the beach. There's me, Haley, an asian business man, a flight attendant, a fat man, an old lady, and our leader Drake. The asian business man "for sure lose his job." The flight attendant is pretty shaken but helpful. The fat man is right away perverted and almost useless in our survival efforts. The old lady isn't actually that old, she's 39 and looks slightly younger because of her firm large breasts. Drake is our dashing hero with a heart of gold. We're trapped on an uncharted island in the pacific.
We loot what's left of the the fuselage and bury our loved ones. I took my parents' wedding rings. I wore my dad's as a promise ring and kept my mother's around my neck. Mrs Kyle kept her husband's ring too. The business man helped us bury our dead and Drake mourned for his son.
"Alright guys, we should form into pairs so as not to get lost but if we do at least we're not lost alone. I will be the odd one out but what that means is that I'll go pair to pair every now and then. Dean and Haley will be a pair. Kim and Stacy are a pair. Nick and Mrs Kyle will be the last pair. Never be out of sight of each other."
"Even if we have to crap and pee?" Stacy asks.
"Yeah I'm going to need some privacy time eventually." Nick says looking around for confirmation.
"Everything we do will be done as pairs. It's not like we're going to shower often anyways since we're trying to survive. We're in pairs so that we can trust each other."
"This work with you?" I ask Haley.
"It'll have too. We have bigger things to worry about instead of our privacy." She says shivering.
Each pair is tasked with making their own shelter while Drake goes pair to pair helping. Each shelter has to fit three people at least. We used the plane's metal sheets, lighter than expected, to create makeshift tents which we roofed with palm leaves. We then went fruit picking and Drake told us which are good to eat and which are not. The first night felt the coldest and everyone snuggled their partners for dear life. The wind was loud but Haley and I talked while we spooned.
