Sawyer soon began to gather up anything that he could. Random luggage, anything. He couldn't seem to find his own though, hopefully he would find it soon enough, and no one would get their greedy little hands on it. Heh, that was funny because he was being greedy. Not that he cared, it was people's own fault if they were too busy worrying about other people to get their things. They were on an island, he would need anything he could get.
Claire was zapped out of her little zone of shock when she saw a guy walking towards her. She nodded slightly when he asked if she was okay, even though she wasn't "okay" so to speak, she knew that compared to most of the other people here she was fine. "Yeah, I'm fine." She spoke, wincing at the feel of a gash on her arm.
Desmond sighed, for a moment he zoned out, thinking of his life before he had been shipwrecked on this island. Not that it was good- because it wasn't. Getting up from the chair he made his way into the kitchen, getting a drink of some coffee. He still didn't understand how this food could last for as long as it did, but he wouldn't question it. He then went to relax, at least for another hundred minutes or so, before he'd have to press the button.
[ I'll probably make Desmond meet the group on page 3 or something. Considering I'm not going to have him wait until the hatch is discovered. xD ]
Jack began to make his way through everyone, making sure that everyone that was clearly alive were okay, most people seemed fairly banged up and bruised, but some of them seemed to be in near fatal conditions. Jack knew that somewhere like this, unless they were rescued soon there would be no hope for some of these people. Hopefully someone would come soon, and they would be found. But for right now, it was like a full out hell.












