Snippet #1558736

It was hot, way too hot. Why did it feel like he was on fire? Was this a dream? Julian sat up shakily and reached around for some support to help himself stand up. All he could grab was sand, what the hell? He opened his eyes very slowly, the sun felt like it was focusing all of it's heat on the very spot where he sat. Annoyed he wondered for a moment if maybe someone had pushed him in the pool, his T-shirt and skinny jeans were completely soaked. He opened his mouth to run off a string of profanities, thinking Lance would be somewhere nearby laughing at him. That's when he really took in the scenery around him, it had changed completely from the pool-area to a vast, tan beach that was almost unbearably hot. Oh yeah, that was right, somehow there was a leak in the cruise ship and it started to sink.

Julian stared at the crystal clear ocean that was just a few feet away from him, and for a long time he sat there hypnotized by the lazy waves that constantly crashed onto the beach then rolled back, and started again. So he was stranded, in the middle of nowhere he would recognize, at least he was alive. The shock wore off slowly, but it was like someone had pulled a sheet off of his head. He realized at once what kind of situation he was in, about how he might never get to see his comfortable bed, his beloved electricity, and possibly Lance ever again. He jumped up and was about to start yelling when he noticed how raw his throat felt. He must have swallowed a lot of seawater. "Somebody get me outta here!"

He didn't care about the pain using his voice cost him or that he sounded--and looked, completely crazy flailing his arms around and screaming at the top of his lungs. He wanted off this island and to be back at his apartment, safe in the comforts of modern civilization. "This never would have happened if we'd gone to Disneyland or something." He muttered to himself and started walking down the length of the beach, hoping he could find Lance or someone else alive.