Snippet #928866

Craig's dreams were focused around water, the fear of it, and the sickening feeling of a rocking boat. He moaned in pain, and tried to roll over. Suddenly, he felt cold water splashing over him. Craig gasped, swallowing some water, and opened his eyes quickly. He realized that he was on the sand, on a beach. "Where am I?" he mumbled, looking around. He felt like he was still swimming. "What happened?" he tried to remember, but everything was black. He couldn't remember much of anything past getting on the boat. What boat? He couldn't remember. He stood slowly, shivering. His waterlogged clothes seemed to weigh hundreds of pounds.

"What happened?" he asked out loud, taking off his jacket slowly. I need to start a fire and dry my clothes... He thought, blinking slowly. He took in the bit of the island he could see from where he stood. The sand under his feet felt soft and wet with the coming tide. He began ringing out his jacket, stepping closer to the dry sand. He looked over, and saw few people. His vision was too blurred to see any of them clearly, but he knew that there were at least two.

He began to move towards the group of people, but stumbled and fell into the sand. His legs were shaking, and his stomach growled in hunger. What had happened? he asked again, but still had no answer. He coughed, feeling his head swimming even worse. He tried to stand back up, but his legs didn't seem to want to listen to his brain. He sighed, lying there in the sand, and closed his eyes. He didn't know what he was doing, or trying to do. He balled one hand into a fist on the sand, moaning in pain.