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As Dylan sat cross legged on the sand, watching everybody scramble to help one another and digging holes to bury the deceased, he scoffed. They were all so desperate, unable to help themselves and there he was; perfectly fine and healthy without a care in the world. In full honesty, being stranded on a deserted island sounded much more interesting than Rome any day of the week. He was sure to get some laughs out of it as well when he is the only one strong enough to last all the way.
Plus, he knew that they would get off in no time. He bet that there was already a rescue helicopter cominf to save them, and they would be back home by sunset.
"Dylan, you a**hole! Get over here and help!" Marisa yelled from far away. She was working with William and some others on burying and carrying away the dead. But despite hearing her, he didn't move. He didn't even move his head. He heard her growl, but he still didn't look over.
"Hello?" She called, obviously annoyed. "Do you want us to die out here?"
There was a more silence, and Dylan came to the conclusion that she gave up. He let out a sigh of relief. Finally.
"Hey, are you gonna help or not?" Dylan turned around to see a girl with long brown hair that was pulled together with a single clip.
Not another one. How many Marisas were on the island?
Dylan shook his head. "Not," He said, turning back around and hoping that she would leave right after that, but she didn't. Inateas, she scoffed and didn't look like she wanted to leave any time soon.
"Excuse me? For your information, there are people here that may only have a minute left to live and that's what you say?"
He nodded, not resiting to show his annoyance with her. "Yep. And if they only have a minute to live you shouldn't be wasting your time asking me to help."
She scoffed again, walking away from him which made laugh, even though he was both humored and irritated by her actions. So desperate. If one more person asked to help, he was going to loose it. He. Wasn't. Moving. And that was final.
Plus, all of his friends were at home. He wasn't going to waste his time on people that he didn't care about.
He didn't pay attention to Marisa's calls for his help and instead focused his mind on the rubble in front of him. God, it was brilliant. The leftover smoke curled around the broken pieces of the once-white airplane, turning it even darker than it already was from the crash. The broken glass scattered across every inch of the wreck like puzzle pieces, some parts getting hidden by the sand and dirt that served as a finishing touch to the masterpiece.
