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Faith saw things in flashes. Waves splashing over the side of the boat. People yelling at her telling her to get in her room. Her boyfriend holding her closely and telling her not to panic. A loud crashing noise. Blackness.

At this, she forced herself to open her eyes, launching herself out of the peaceful state of sleep that she really wanted to stay in. At least there she wouldn't have to deal with reality. Upon opening her eyes, she saw that she was lying on top of Devon. His eyes were shut. He appeared to be sleeping peacefully. She shook his shoulder.

"Wake up asshole, we need to get a fire." When he didn't move, she lightly slapped his face. "Come on, I know you can hear me." Still he didn't move. Now she was panicking. She rushed to stand up, only to feel a sharp pain in her abdomen that caused her to fall backwards onto her ass. She lifted her shirt to see a puncture wound that was bleeding pretty badly. Looking at Devon, she saw the source.

When he fell backwards, he had been stabbed by a broken piece of wood that happened to be sticking up. She must have gotten some of it, but he clearly had it worse. Slowly, she crawled to him, placing two fingers to his neck. There wasn't a pulse.

Holding her injury, she forced herself to stand. She let out a loud cry of pain. She had to find people. She needed to get help. But most of all, she needed to get away from his corpse.

With a deep inhale, she began walking towards some noise that she heard. She hoped it was real. As she grew nearer, she heard the exchange of voices. Picking up her pace, she began heading towards them, desperate for help.