Adrian was looking forward to his vacation. Truth be told, it was his boss's vacation, not his, but his boss had chosen him to come along with him, which was quite a reward. Adrian had worked his way up the ladder through his own sweat and blood, though, and he knew he deserved it. He was tired as he got on the plane though, as this had been a long week. The opposing gangs were gaining confidence, and he had started shutting them down. Part of the reason he was going on this trip was just to get away from all the enemies that were hunting for him, although of course, he wouldn't have gone down without a fight.<br/><br/>Adrian slept peacefully through the turbulence, not giving it a second thought as he slept dreamlessly. Of course, that was when all hell broke loose. Adrian was frozen in his seat in fear as he felt the plane sailing downwards.<em>The wrong direction</em>, he thought to himself, rather stupidly. He knew better than to freeze in fear, though. He began getting flotation devices as fast as he could, and passed out as many as he could to his neighbors, though he made sure to keep one for himself. He wore the device, but must have hit his head as the plane crashed, as everything went black.<br/><br/>Adrian came to on a beach, with the darkness all around him. The water lapping at his legs and hips had woken him up, and he looked around. He saw a few other people, and thought,<em>Thank goodness, there are others alive</em>. Though how many had survived? It was impossible to tell, but there weren't many on the island. He didn't get up, although he did roll over onto his back. His head felt a little woozy, but as he touched around, it didn't seem like there was a major concussion. He was alive... for now. But where were they?