Emily "Em" Carter

As you crawl ashore, you take a moment to gather yourself, your hands shaking as you push your wet hair out of your face. You try to remember what happened, who was sitting where, and if anyone else could have survived. The research expedition you were on was to explore and document the environment and ancient archeology of the inhabitants, but that's all moot. It's paramount that you move, find shelter and water, but the reality of the crash is still sinking in. With a deep breath, you force yourself to stand, wincing at the pain of cuts and bruises. Crossing the beach, you catch the scent of smoke coming from inland, you move in that direction.