Snippet #1523867

I awoke to the boiling sun beating down on my skin. The flesh on both my shoulders had been burned, I could tell. I groaned. Not again, Mum was going to kill me! I clenched my fists together, getting a handful of sand. What? I pushed my self from the ground, I was on a beach. Cool water lapped at my legs, soothing many cuts and burns. What on earth?

Looking around in horror I saw many dead, even one decapitated. I screamed, pushing from the ground and running from the shore. I was cover in sand, my braid had come lose and was caked with sand and blood, not my own blood. I sobbed, tripping and falling, only to grasp to a tree trunk. I pressed my face against it and felt something move against my cheek, I stumbled back and sank to the ground, pressing my face into my hands. No no no. Why now?

After a moment of sobbing, I looked around again and wiped my face of tears. Sniffling slightly, I sighed and inspected the rest of my body. My orange tee shirt had a large hole in the stomach area, my jeans and tennis shoes were fine though. Other from being covered in salt from the ocean and sand from the beach, thankfully, I wasn't severely injured.

Or so I thought until I peaked into the hole of my shirt. There was a large angry gash in my stomach, inches away from my belly button. It ran from a few inches above my waist to centimeters away from the under wire of my bra. I groaned and lay down again. Looking out at the many dead people, and few that I now noticed were breathing, but unconscious, and waited for another to wake.