she was washed up somewhere.
forcing down the instinctive urge to panic, the girl turns to face inland in an attempt to make sense of her surroundings in the dark. whether or not she is alone, she cannot tell. tall rocky fixtures loom over her head, blotting out the dim glow of starlight which provided her only hope of vision.
she was screwed, wasn't she?
she struggles into a crawl, adrenaline powering her just enough to get her halfway up to dry ground before she stumbles.
fuck,her teeth grit as she shifts her weight, scowling down at her hind legs — only to realize that she is tangled in seaweed and dragging an unnervingly large plank of driftwood with her.
fuck!
yeah, she was screwed.