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lifting my face from the sand i looked around, my neck hurt it was stiff for a second i thought i couldnt move it at all, and my left leg was in alot of pain, the suff lapped and my legs as i lay there. looking around i saw others washed up on the shore, not all as fortunate as me, some were obviously dead, the rest were still unconcious. my head was pounding, slowly dragging myself to my feet i looked down at the crimson puddle seeping into the sand where my head had been.

i stood up straight and brushed the damp sand off my front, my jeans were ripped and my leg was bleeding heavily, i could still feel the blood trickling down my cheek. sticking my tounge out i wiped it from my face as it passed my mouth, the taste of the blood was sweet and welcoming as it ridded my mouth of the aweful taste of seawater. i looked around the island on my feet, then out to the sea, there was no way out. i was stranded here, frantically i searched my surroundings for an escape. nothing.

limping on my bad leg i set out across the beach, dodging courpses and wounded people unconcious at my feet, brushing my hair and rain from my face untill i reached the trees that lead into some kind of forest, i took cover under the boardering trees shaking violently from the cold and curled up into a little ball awaiting the awakening of anyone else.