Destiny began to realize what they were saying was right. They needed to get away from the burning plane. She pulled herself up, a little wobbly, and dizzy from the pain. She regained her balance as quickly as she could, and heard the others preparing themselves to head off and find shelter. For now, it was probably safer to stay in a group so she didn't make an effort to leave the others. She pulled on her rucksack, thankful she'd managed to save it. Even though how she managed it she wasn't entirely sure about. Everything was still a bit hazy, her vision was starting to clear as well. Destiny imagined that the sooner they got away from the smoke filled area the better it would be for them all.<br/><br/>Heaving up more black stuff, she cleared her throat, and cried out in pain slightly. She hadn't realized it would be as painful as it had been. It felt like she had swallowed a razor, so decided that talking would have to wait until after she'd managed to get some liquid. That was something else they'd have to find, fresh or clean water, a river would be a best bet. Even if they were close to the coastline, it wouldn't be safe to drink without having the salt removed first. Destiny silently thought about things they'd need to find once they'd found shelter. Food, water, a heat source the rest they could figure out, but seeing as it was getting colder the further away from the burning plane, it was only going to get colder.<br/><br/>Destiny zoned out, not really noticing what was going on around her, she was thinking about how lucky she was to even be alive, there was so many people on that plane, and it didn't seem like there was all too many survivors. The thought gave her a shudder, and how well the flight had been going, so quickly everything had gone wrong. Almost like something in a poorly made disaster movie, the kinds she'd watch all the time, where you knew what was going to happen before it did. But this wasn't a movie, this was real life, and danger was very eminent.