The past couple of hours have been unbearable. With the plane crash and thunderstorm, we are lucky to still be alive. I cannot believe this happened to us, out of all the people in the world. Enough negativity, though... we will need to collect all our wits to survive this ordeal. After crashing in this island, which we still do not know if it is inhabited or not, we began searching for wreckage. We managed to collect a number of useful items, which will make life a lot easier. This took us several hours, and before we knew it, dawn had arrived. And the storm, well, took us all by surprise. It began as light rain, and in several minutes, turned into a torrential downpour. The wind was so strong that trees were swaying to the side. We were able to find a small-sized cave in which we spent the night in. Aside from the piercing winds and brutal cold, I thought back to my family and how they would react when they heard the news. I feel even worse about the friends and family of those who did not make the crash. After what seemed like decades, the storm died down just in time for sunrise. We plan on building a shelter, which should be easy as long as we don’t break any of our tools. Then, we will set up traps and hunt for food. I think that we do not need a leader, as we are capable of making smart decisions. If we disagree on something, we will have a vote. After the storm, we are left with a large plastic sheet, flippers and harpoon, first aid kit, knives, signal flares, hammer and nails, mosquito netting, rope, axe, and a tool box.
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