Perfect. Just perfect. At least the survivors had made it through the night, most of them anyways. It was around midafternoon, and no one had the stregnth to get up, let alone help others. Oh how many people regretted leaving the Sydney airport. Most of the tail-end survivors slept within the safety of the trees, and others chose under the stars. There would need to be tons of work done today. Such as, finding water, food, perhaps even a civilization. What about the other sections of the plane? The front and the mid? Were they okay as well...?

Rose was awake most of the night, just staring into the black midnight sky. Apparently looking through the luggage was a good idea. There were only a few first aid kits you would be able to find, and people were using them greedily. Those stimpletons Rose scowled in her thoughts. All she needed was a scarf and that would be it. Most of the time, she sat quietly just staring out into the ocean. I wonder what made the plane crash... She thought.

((My muse kinda died. Sorreh))