Blood stained the once pure sand as the young girl crawled out of the ocean where she had been left to die.

Yasmin Whittaker coughed up blood as she continued to crawl towards the top of the small sand dune she

had washed up below. As sharp pain in her stomach nearly caused her to fall backwards off the dune and

into the water but a pair of strong hands grabbed her arms and pulled her over the top of the dune. Yasmin

let out a pitiful whimper as the muscles in her arms screamed at her as she was pulled up. Her body began

to tense at the thought that one of THEM might be the one who grabbed her. Three bone claws shot out of

her knuckles and she roared half in pain and half in anger, her healing factor causing her wounds to heal at

an advanced rate. The person who pulled her over the top stared at her in amazement his eyes were black

as night and he had sharp claws on each finger, his teeth were elongated like a saber tooth tiger. Yasmin

didn't speak she simply growled at the man then jumped over him and into the woods. Half-way through the

woods Yasmin doubled over her body felt like it was on fire, something was trying to get out. Yasmin

stopped and made a fire and gathered a lot of wood with that done she sat down to wait it out, whatever

it was.