Emily woke with a start. Her eyes stung and every inch of her body ached.

She shifted and opened her eyes to find she was on a beach...alone.

She came to the conclusion she was alone after 2 days' travel around the island,only to come back to where she started towards noon of the second day,by the risings and settings of the sun.

By then she was half starving, and bloody.

Her hands, legs and feet were caked with dried blood, and every step made her wounds re-open. She knew she woul not last much longer if she was to go on this way,without food or water.

She remembered some where -a long time ago,now -she had read the first thing to do in this situation is to find shelter, water, food,and fire ...then take account of what you have and don't have.

Emily snorted at the latter - the 'don't have'-. "I don't have a lot right now. I don't have ...food.I don't have...a cell phone .I don't have...a radio."

She stepped on a shell, cutting her foot open.

She swore loudly and dropped to the sand .

"I don't have shoes!"

Emily flopped on her back and stared at the sky.

The sky was,it had to be said, beautiful, baby blue and not a cloud in sight.

And She had to say it WAS a beautiful island...lush ferns, white sand beach, and the sound of the waves was very soothing,almost hypnotic.

Emily closed her eyes,lifting her face to bask in the warm sunshine and thought to herself : "Maybe this won't be so bad after all"

CRACK

Emily shot straight up. It was dark out, but something was wrong.

The dark was wrong.

It felt wrong.

The air felt thick and heavy and breathing in hurt Emily's lungs.

She lifted her hand to brush sand from her legs and panicked to find she could not see her hand in front of her.

Emily cast about for the moon but did not find it.

CRACK

A flash of lightning made her jump again.

CRACK...BOOM

Emily covered her ears. She knew the storm would be on top of her any second now but she could not find a place for shelter.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK...BOOOM.

The sky lit up and Emily could see the waves rushing in,tall, white and frothing as if they had gone mad.

Emily jumped best she could and hobbled for high ground.

She HAD to get dry.

The storm broke upon her sooner than she thought, and Emily was sure she was going to die.

Weeeell...thoughts?

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