Surrounded by a bunch of broken gadgets, and only a torn Hoodie in his possession that he can actually use, Passo was in disbelief. "No... this can't be real..."
What followed was a shout in frustration, something that could attract the attention of anyone awake nearby. "I can't keep screaming. I must go find Oscar and discuss plans. He must have brought something we could both use. God..."
Passo begins shouting Oscar's name for the next 10 minutes. He was hoping Oscar would still be alive. And he was right; Oscar already recovered from the crash, and is leaning next to a palm tree, acting as jovial as ever. It's also obvious the guy had bruises and an aching body.
"Oscar! Boy am I glad to see you!"
"I could say the same really, El Passo."
Both awkwardly laugh.
"So... Oscar, what do we do now? We're... I'd hate to say it, but... stranded in the middle of nowhere."
"Good God Passo, are you still saying obvious shit like that? I can see with my own two eyes, you idiot."
"Ahahaha... sorry." Passo awkwardly replies.
"First, we'd need to get some firewood, or maybe prepare a bushfire. I fortunately brought a knife - this should be useful in starting a massive fire. Second, once we find some boat or something across the horizon, we'll need to burn the forest just enough on time. If we don't see a boat, we need to pile up on some broken logs and stones and call for SOS. Lastly, we must survive. Find whoever is around; they can help us. We need to stick together. But god my back hurts."
"I-I'll do it myself, Oscar. Don't stress yourself out right now."
"Thanks for the concern, I'll take just that. But seriously Passo, you should have figured out the plan on your own. It's gods-fucking obvious."
"Uhh... yeah."