From the journal of Charlie Fast Fingers Pearson, April 8

April 8, 2017

     It rained for most of the day. All of us are sore and have been feeling every bump and bruise we received during the crash. My leg is swollen and hurts like hell. I am glad the pants were cut with the leg, because they would have had to be cut. My leg would have taken way too much to wrap up, so they had ripped blankets into strips. Meg has also made a couple of slings from blankets for Jessie and Mick. The girls have used all the bandages that were in the kits already. Red, our drummer whose real name was Randy O'Toole, died this afternoon. We think he had internal bleeding because his stomach got real fucking big since last night. He also had something hit him in the head hard enough to flap his skin and hair on top. He was hurt worse than anyone else, so it wasn't a big fucking surprise. I will miss his bad jokes and his practical jokes.
     We had over 30 people in our group when we were in the VIP room. Now we were down to less than 20. All of us had been hurt in the crash in some way. There was no way I could go scouting around with my leg so I stayed with most of us at the crash site. Frank, Marty, Terry and Sally all set out together to see if there was anything or anyone near us. They were also looking for anything that could be edible as well as a source for water. The rain had helped, but we didn't know how often that would happen, so we needed a better source.

     Some of the people who stayed decided to scout around for anything that might be useful that survived the crash. At this point, we were all wet and in need of more clothes to wear, blankets to cover up with and more food. A pile was started near our fire and anything still good was brought over. Will and I sat keeping the fire going. He had a broken wrist and probably a concussion. The drink cart had flown past him and one of the wheels had hit him on the way by, he even had the small tread marks in bruised relief on his cheek to prove it. His eye was swollen shut on that side and his nose was now crooked. Will would not win any beauty contests in the near future. Not that we would be anywhere near where they might have one.
     A couple of hours later, our scouting party returned with some weird looking fruit, a couple of coconuts and some water in the bottles they had taken to fill. Marty reported that they did not make it as far as they wanted to go, but the terrain became too hard for them to keep going. They had figured out we were on the side of a large hill or mountain in the middle of an island. They could see where we had crashed the entire time because the plane had pushed a cleared path through the forest and dug up the ground. Where everything else was green, the ground was almost black where the plane had hit and slid. Thank fucking God we were facing uphill when we hit, there was a cliff with a drop hundreds of feet high not far down from where we hit.
     At least we have supplies for the rest of today and probably tomorrow. Frank and Sally have talked about trying to find a way further down the mountain tomorrow. But I all our injuries will be even more sore tomorrow than they are today. We will have to see how much any of us feel like trying tomorrow. For now, we are going to collect firewood and try to heat us some of the meals we found that weren't completely destroyed. I am so tired and my leg fucking hurts too bad to do more than sit here for now. Shit, where are we? Is there anyone else on this island? Has the virus gotten to the people here, too? We will have to find out the answers in the next few days, for our own safety.

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