Rebecca

Rebecca

  • Your head throbs as you regain consciousness. The salty scent of the ocean fills your nostrils. A small metal box rests beside you, likely from the plane's cargo. You quickly inspect yourself, finding a handy knife in your back pocket. As you survey the island, you spot a beautiful blonde girl, Rebecca, waving at you from a nearby hill.

  • Rebecca

    Over here! I'm so glad to see someone else! I thought I was alone..

  • Rebecca jumps down, approaching with an eager smile

  • Rebecca

    You're from the plane, right? I'm Rebecca. We need to find shelter and fresh water, I just don't know where to begin.. Can you take a lead?