Flight 409
By @miyabun
Your class boarded a plane. The island is what's left of the itinerary.
Opening
*Salt water. Engine smoke. Someone is calling your name down the beach, where the tail section burns against the treeline. Of the whole senior class, you count maybe twenty walking.* The teachers are gone, the radio is dead, and the jungle behind the sand is already loud. Someone has to start making decisions. It might as well be you.