The Island

Chapter 1

Who am I?
Where am I?
As I rose, I noticed some people laying, still asleep. While people like me, woke up wondering the same thing. No one knew what was going on.  I felt my feet sinking into the warm, soft sand as I stood. It was so silent, you could here the ocean breeze and footsteps of the lost people. Then, everyone saw an airplane crashed into the island. But how did we not get hurt? Why can't we remember anything? And more importantly, how did we land outside of the plane?
We were all puzzled by the mysterious island in what looked like no one has set foot on until now. The Sun was starting to burn, so we decided to get some shade. Everyone was silent until someone had the nerve to speak up. "Okay. None of us know who or where we are, but that's not our main priority. Right now, we just need to survive. God knows whats out there so we must get in pairs and start looking for food, wood for shelter, find the nearest source of water, and lastly, search that plane for evidence for who we are and supplies. You!" I froze as I noticed his finger pointing straight at me. "You'll come with me to search the plane. Everyone else find a partner and be useful."
I walked with this strange man over to the plane. "So, I'm guessing you'll be the leader for our group," I said. He stayed silent. "Oh. So you stand in front of the whole group and start a speech, but now you won't even.."
"I think we used to know each other in the past. Do you remember my face or voice somehow," he interrupted. I stared blankly at him not knowing what he was talking about. "I... Nevermind.. It's nothing."
We stayed silent the rest of the way, listening to the chatter of people. It's amazing how you can find out so much about a person in just a few minutes when you can't even remember your own name. As I searched the plane, I found a passport of a beautiful woman. Her name was apparently Ella Parker. I showed my partner. "It's you! Great job! You're one step closer to figuring out who you are. How cool is that?!" I was confused at what he had said. "What? That can't be me. She's too beautiful to be me. I mean, I know I don't know what I look like for we have not found a mirror, but I'm pretty sure I'm not that beautiful."
"Sure you are! Anyways we should get to shelter. It's getting dark and we have to get some rest. Maybe we'll even have a vision of who we are in our sleep." As we walked back to what looked like camp. We laid on the blankets we found in the plane. There was surprisingly no one found dead and enough supplies for everyone! Such as, water bottles, blankets, food, and pillows. But now was not the time to celebrate. If anything, we would be crying, but instead, everyone laid down and silently went to sleep.