[losty09]

Liana didn't know what to make of these people. She wanted to get off this island. A cold, numb fear hid itself deep within her chest, and she was working hard not to let it show. She didn't want the others to see that she was afraid, but why, she didn't know. She didn't even know these people. She didn't want Dan to think she was a coward, but more than that, she didn't want the new guy, Jason, to think that.

Liana left Dan and headed down the beach. It was still covered in piled of wreckage. The bodies had been burned, the remains washed out into the sea. In a way, it felt like a burden had been lifted off her shoulders. The shoreline was now less of a place marked by death, but now marked simply by tragedy. A plane crash, and accident that should have killed them all. Liana couldn't help but wonder how they were alive. She couldn't shake the cold feeling that she had escaped death, and that it would come seeking her once again quite soon. She felt guilt, that somehow she lived, and yet the child who sat next to her had perished. She snapped put of her thoughts by Dan's voice.
"Liana, where are you going?" Glancing around, she realized she had wandered far down the beach, past the wreckage. He was staring at her curiously.
"Nowhere," she replied. "Let's look through some of this debris." An hour's passing of the sun found herself and Dan knee deep on piled of burned and twisted metal, she had found another suitcase, remarkably filled with woman's clothing, remarkably her size. Is this all coincidence? Can we have survived by coincidence? Or this, has this always been, my destiny?

((welcome ithinkicrashedyourplane, nice writing. Blade, i'm going to try my best to make this character different from my station zer0 one, providing i have the time. If you have any RPG moderating questions, ask away.))