Hey! I had this idea for a while now and started working on it. It's heavily inspired by Tomb Raider 2013, except there won't be any ancient sun queens that steal young girls bodies and use their it as a hostess...

It's not beta'd, sorry...


Full Summery: It was supposed to be a vacation for Beth. But her relaxing vacation soon turns into a scary adventure as the storms on sea pick up. After blacking out she finds herself alone with a redneck mechanic named Daryl that worked on the ship. Together they must find a way back to civilization while searching for the other survivors, because Beth keeps believing they aren't the only ones. Soon enough they discover something is very wrong with this island and must keep themselves alive.


Chapter 1

Stranded on the Beach

Beth her head hurt when she woke up from her slumber. When she opened her eyes she noticed she was looking at the clouds of a remaining storm. The blonde let out a small groan and cradled her sore head. She propped herself up from the surface she lay on. It was wet sand, she lay on a beach in soaking wet clothing. She looked at her surroundings, driftwood had scattered around along with metal scraps and a large amount of shipwrecks.

"What happened?" she licked her cracked lips and sputtered out the sand she'd gotten in her mouth. She brushed a wet strand of hair from her face behind her face and wiped the sand from the left side of her face.

"A storm," she quickly turned her head around to face the source of the sound and saw it was one of the crew members on the ship she was on. "We're stranded on this island."

As thunder roared nearby above the wild sea, she noted her surroundings once again. Now she had turned towards the man she saw tropical woods behind him. Suddenly she saw flashes of what happened. She was on deck and there were men yelling at each other and passengers running in fear and then a large wave rocked the ship and Beth realised that must have knocked her out. What happened to the other people on the ship, she realized. Where were they, had they hidden out in the woods?

"Are we," Beth trailed of and swallowed a grief though. "Where are they others? We can't be the only survivors."

"No idea," the man grunted out and pulled her up after extending his arm out to help her get up. "There's the boat," he pointed towards the large ship that lay smashed against the cove of the beach. "Besides that, couldn't find any tracks of other people."

"It's still raining, their tracks must have washed away," she threw back. "Maybe there are people left in the wreck. Hurt and can't get away."

Beth started walking towards the remains of the shipwreck. "We can't be the only survivors out here."

Her feet sunk slightly into the soaking sand as she reached closer to the ruin. Before she knew it the man grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing?" she pulled her wrist back and frowned at him.

"You don't know how dangerous it is, right?" he frowned down back at her. "That thing there is a watery grave once you enter that thing."

"But there might be people in there!" she argued back, flailing her arms in frustration.

"Yes, might," the man pushed extra pressure on the word, and continued scolding her. "Ya really wanna risk yer life for others?"

"We can at least scavenge a bit, right?" she tried. "Maybe there's a radio that works and food."

He frowned and looked at the wreck beside them. "The right side looks steady, beyond that…looks like it will see Davey Jones's locker soon."

The blonde couldn't help but giggle at that response and she started looking for a way into the ship. "What's your name?" she pulled a crate aside and started climbing on it. "We're probably going to be staying together for a while…so yeah, I figured out knowing each other's names would make it easier."

"Daryl," she heard him hoisting himself up into the remains of the ship as she started looking around her surroundings. She noticed she was in the hallway she walked through a lot, meaning her room is nearby.

"I'm Beth," she looked around, room #201, room #202, room #203, she noted them all and swallowed the lump in her throat and licked her suddenly dry lips. She wasn't close to those people but she talked to them. What had happened to them? She wondered as she stopped in front of her room 215.

Beth shared her room with a girl from Wisconsin. They didn't talk much, there wasn't much in common between them. Last thing Beth remembered she herself was in the hallway towards the cafeteria and then she bumped into someone. The ship rocked suddenly and Beth remembers running away and that's it, she can't remember it. She must have gotten a blow to her head as she ran into something, making her black out. But her roommate was in their cabin, who didn't feel like eating. Did she get out? Was she still there?

"Daryl?" she called out standing in front of the now bruised door, unsure of getting into there. Beth heard her companion grunt out a yes. He's probably annoyed by me, she thinks as she grasps the slightly damaged handle. "I need to get my backpack from my room, but…" she trailed off. The thought of thinking her roommate is dead stopped her. Beth didn't want to think of it. And it looked like Daryl dismissed her and continued his search

Beth took a deep breath and opened the door. The shock of the rocking from the waves and the crash had the room look like a huge mess, everything was thrown around. The small windows were shattered and that may have been the cause for the shallow water on the floor. Beth quickly glanced toward her bed and noticed her backpack in front of it, half in the water. She let out a startled yelp when her boots hit something soft.

Footsteps hurried from the hall toward her. "Ya 'kay?"

Beth collapsed on the floor and looked in shock at the dead body of her roommate. The girl's head was bleeding a lot.

"Must've cracked her skull," Daryl spoke and pointed to the desk where a large bloodstain coated the wood. How can he be so calm? Beth wondered.

Beth stood up and bent down towards her roommate and placed her hands under the dead girl's arms and started to drag the girl toward her bed. She looked at Daryl. "Help me put her on the bed."

"Why?" he sounded confused, like bothered at her manner.

"She doesn't need to lay on the floor," Beth replied and tried to pull the girl up on the bed. "I can't do it alone."

Daryl grumbled some words under his breath, something Beth couldn't make out and dismissed it. He walked towards Beth and hoisted the dead girl in his arms and placed her on the bed wiping the blood on his hands on the sheet. Beth wiped a little blood and tear stains away with a piece of cloth she found on the floor, soaking in the sea water.

"Her eyes creep me out," Beth shuddered, staring into the lifeless, almost doll-like eyes of the girl.

Daryl grabbed the blanked from the bed and covered the girl. "There." And headed back to the hallways.

Beth quickly grabbed her backpack and felt another shiver run down her spine as she exited the cabin. She saw Daryl walk up further from her and she quickly walked towards him, trying not to fall as the water tries to slow down her feet.

"We need food," Daryl said and leaped over a knocked over coffee table

"But the cafeteria is at the other side of the ship."

"The kitchen isn't."

On their way to the kitchen Daryl found another bag and much to Beth's dismay, more dead bodies. Beth had to swallow a second before continuing.

"You okay, kid?"

She shook her head. "It's just… How can you stand the sight of this?" she mentioned to the chaos and corpses.

"Used to it, that's all."

Beth remained silent and occasionally let out a deep breath to get rid of her nausea. She recognized most of the faces here, even though she barely spoke to these people.

"C'mon Beth, the sooner we're done here the sooner we can get of this graveyard," his words were bitter. He didn't want to be here in the first place, she remembered.

Soon enough they found the kitchen, luckily for them –mostly for Beth- the cooks had their break and were absent from the kitchen when the ship crashed. Quickly Beth started placed canned food into her backpack and found some bottles of water in the back, some of them had fallen over and the plastic broke, letting the fresh-water mix with the salty seawater.

"Found a first-aid kit," Daryl spoke loudly, just outside the kitchen. "Must have kept it here for the clumsy clerks."

"Please show a little respect," which was her only reply.

Her companion tsked and brushed her off and walked back from where they came from. "We should go, there ain't no radio close here. The maintenance room is too dangerous -probably sunk, and the captain's radio is probably broken, it's on the other side of the ship."

Beth nodded, she wanted to get away from here. There are too many dead around here for her liking. "Let's go."

Soon enough they were on the shipwreck beach again, a storm raged above the seas and headed toward the island. The dark clouds illuminated with lightning and the wind blew water and sand into her face.

Daryl grabbed her arms and started dragging her toward the forest. "We need to find shelter for the night."

And rain began to pour down.


So what do think? Please review, I'll work harder! I'd like to hear your thoughts!