Snippet #2741767

Why didn't he think to check the other beach?

As he checked out the life raft, he was somewhat bum-rushed by a young lady that seemed a little hysterical. She began to talk to him and shortly thereafter he heard a string of curses...but Lucas was starting to feel a bit dizzy. Then somehow he heard her mention their flight number. "Y-yeah...yeah...flight 298. That's what I was on," he manages to eek out, crouching down and clutching at his head.

If this were any other situation, Lucas would be quite embarrassed and shy in front of this girl in front of him. Both of them were soaked, he was shirtless, and her shirt was see-through. But he shook his head clear for just a moment. "I'm happy to see another person here. We should try to see if we can find some other people on the other side of the beach...like you...like you said," He said, somewhat trailing off at the end and rubbing his head at the wound. The blood had already began to seep through his shirt-bandana.

The girl said that she was going to get something to help his wound and Lucas waved after her as he tried to stand up. His left hand was clutched to his forehead as he thought about what to do next.

Okay, so things that were going right: Stuck on beach with cute girl, life raft somewhat intact, luggage washed ashore, and he was alive.

Things that were going wrong: Everything else.

Lucas pondered and began to climb the rocks down to go to the girl when his head started pounding. This was bad. He had to reach the one other person that had found him, that was his one and only goal right now. She could help brainstorm what they could-- THUD! Lucas fell face first into the sand, with the salt-water licking at his nose.