Log 1

Our plane went down somewhere between Sydney, Australia and London, England. The flight was about 2 hours through, when the turbulance really started to get rough. I remember thinking that there was no chance of our plane crashing. I never believed in jinxing till now. The plane took a sharp dive, and people's bodies flew about the cabin. I never thought anyone would live from the crash, however a group of about 8 lived from the crash. I say "about 8", because those are the only ones that are stable at this time. Two other members are in shock, and will not move until we have sight of a rescue boat or plane, and three others are impaired with broken legs, and arms. I know that if we are going to live on this island, we will need to work together, create a colony, and search the island. Water seems plentiful, for the forest is very damp. You can hear the wildlife in the distant forest, not knowing what kind of creatures could live in there. The group is worried. I will organize a team to help the wounded, and shocked. We will create shelter.