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Re: Survive

Post by BrookeDi » Thu Apr 12, 2018 2:41 am

The other girl made a valid point; at least someone knew they were out here. Even if they were stranded somewhere (a genuine possibility she was trying to ignore), they would eventually come looking for them. "How embarrassing is it going to be when it makes news coverage that we've gone missing and last anyone heard of us we were going out into the water, alone." She shook her head.

While Liz made up their beds, Layla went and dug some of their clothes out of their bags. They weren't nearly as wet and she tossed some to Liz before changing herself and then crawling into one of the beds. It was warmer this way, but she was still shivering beneath the blankets. "I had a crush on my English professor all semester," she giggled.

There was a pause as she considered anything she'd want Liz to know before she died. Finally, she sighed. "I'm scared."
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Re: Survive

Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Fri Apr 13, 2018 2:51 am

It wasn't the first confession that concerned Liz. She'd seen the way Layla looked at her professor, so the news was nothing new, though she laughed all the same.

"You honestly think that I didn't know that? You've been making doe eyes at Professor Marston all semester. Surprised they never called you out for it," she said with a quiet laugh. The mood abruptly changed as she watched her friend contemplate something else, before saying: I'm scared. This stopped Liz cold. She had hoped that Layla would be the level-headed one, the one to talk some sense into the situation. It seemed as if her hope was misplaced, as she sat there on her bunk, shaking like a leaf.

"Me too," she replied quietly as if she were embarrassed for her reaction. Liz had always been the volatile one, the one to do before thinking, and this was all due to that. If she had only checked the gas, they could've been home by now with no one the wiser. She would've looked at the trinkets that her parents bought, or hear about the funny encounters they had had if they hadn't bought anything. Liz frowned, looking down at the floor underneath her bunk as the ship seemed to nearly tip over one way and then the other.

"What should we do now?"
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Re: Survive

Post by BrookeDi » Fri Apr 13, 2018 3:04 am

She could practically see the disappointment on her friend's face, but Layla was glad she wasn't the only one who was scared. That gave her some comfort, oddly enough. "I mean, we can't go far, we're anchored, right?" They should stay in place, and just get tossed around a bunch. "I guess we wait. Keep an eye out and make sure nothing starts to leak, and listen for the storm to die out and..." Someone would come, eventually.

Despite being weighted in their spot, their little boat rocked in the waves, and at one point she had to grab the side of the bed to keep from being thrown off. They really only had one option, "We survive." It didn't feel like they had an anchor holding them in place, unfortunately.
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Re: Survive

Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Fri Apr 13, 2018 8:11 am

A shudder passed through the boat's frame and a disturbing noise shuddered through the hall. "What was that?" the brunette asked, her eyes popping in fear. It seemed with the noise came more movement on the ship, the sides rocking back and forth even more violently than before.

"I think the boat pulled loose of the anchor," she yelped, before being slammed into the back wall of her bunk. The air pushed out of her lungs in a whoosh as she slid down the wall and onto the bed in a heap. "I'm okay," she gurgled, rolling back and forth with the pulse of the ocean outside. She doubted Layla could hear her, over the screaming winds outside. How had this all gone to hell so quickly? Pulling the blankets over her head, she wished for it all to stop. Curses, screams, and prayers reverberated from her mouth as she held on to the bunk with white knuckles.

That was when she noticed the small trickle of water creeping down the hallway towards them.
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Post by BrookeDi » Sat Apr 14, 2018 4:19 am

The tilt of the boat took them both by surprise, and Layla was more fortunate to be tossed into the cushion of the little cot. She saw Liz go backward into the wall and as much as she wanted to go over there and help her friend, the redhead was pretty sure that she'd get knocked out in the process of walking across the small room. Her position mimicked Liz's as she held onto the bunk and looked around horrified as what Liz had said finally sunk in. They'd broken from the anchor. Anything could happen to them. All they had wanted was a fun summer afternoon.

She completely missed the fact that there was water filling the cabin. One thought on her mind. "Life jackets!" She yelled to Liz. They should have put the life jackets on as soon as the storm started, but she'd never considered the idea. Now that they were free in the water the thought struck her like a pound of bricks. "We need life jackets!" She repeated, in case she hadn't been heard the first time. Then she stepped into the small puddle of water that had started to form. "Shit."

Life jackets became her priority, and she hoped there was some below deck and she didn't have to go above to get them.
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Re: Survive

Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Sat Apr 14, 2018 4:36 am

Life jackets, life jackets, life jackets. Her brain whirled about, trying to figure out where they could be. In her panic, no thought came to mind. She was forced to just look at her friend with wide eyes, unmoving, and with no answer. As Layla got up to go find them, Liz huddled in her blankets, silent tears slipping down her cheeks. What have I done? What have I done? It wasn't until she heard another shuddering crack that she jumped up. Slipping and sliding, she rushed onto the deck to see what the damage was, and she immediately regretted it. The upper deck, with the bridge, the radio, her bag, and all the controls had collapsed in on itself. But that wasn't the most horrifying image meeting her eyes.

Wave after wave surrounded them, encircling and overwhelming the boat. The deck was slick with water, Liz barely able to keep herself upright with every buck and pitch of the ship. She let out a scream as a giant wave crashed onto the deck, causing her to lose grip of the doorway and leave her slipping and sliding towards the back of the ship. The torrent of water carried her and slammed her into every edifice on deck in its path, yet none stopped her migration towards the open water. Her hand reached out for the railing, the last hope. The metal met her fingertips, a scream of hope emerging from her lungs like a symphony of unsung words.Bucking like a wild bull, the ship seemed to want her to let go, wanted her to give up and slip into the abyss. Mustering her strength, she grabbed the railing with her other hand and readjusted herself. A brief moment of reprieve gave her time to weave her body in between the bars of the railing, hopefully giving her enough traction to avoid being swept away. Time would only tell.
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Re: Survive

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There was a little cabinet in the corner of the cabin, and she prayed to a god she didn't believe in that she would find the life jackets there. It took some effort crossing as every step was countered with a rocking motion one way or the other. The freezing ocean water was up past her ankles by the time she finally shivered her way over to the cupboard.

Another quick prayer passed her lips before she pulled it open. Four bright orange life jackets greeted her. "Thank you, thank you." She whispered, grabbing onto the shelves of the cupboard to keep from being thrown back. When Layla had steadied herself, she grabbed one of the lifejackets and put it on with shaky fingers (help yourself before others--technically that was for planes, but she felt like it still applied here). Then she grabbed another one and worked on making her way over to the stairs.

When she made it onto the deck, everything looked ruined and worse. Still, she couldn't spot Elizabeth. She turned, looking for her friend, until she was thrown, suddenly, backward onto the deck. There was a loud cracking sound in that same instant as if the boat had hit something hard.
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Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Sat Apr 14, 2018 10:08 am

Red tinted Liz's vision as her head slammed against the deck, her body still tangled in the metal of the railing. Warmth seeped down her face, but Liz hardly noticed. The sudden jerking had had an accompanying crash and looking to her right she saw what it was--a jagged spear of stone stood up from the water like a sentinel to the chaos. It was slightly curved, perhaps some relic of an old sea arch, now only a scythe bringing destruction. The metal siding of the boat groaned as it pushed more and more into the stone, forced by the sea's rage. Water seeped continuously over the deck now, pushing Liz's limp body closer and closer to the edge until the top half of her was hanging off the side, her legs anchored around the railing.

Tears sept onto her face, mixing with the red until Liz let out a gasping sigh and let go. Her body fell the few feet into the water, a cold smack against her back. It's over, she thought blearily as the cold numbed her senses and thoughts. The sea was tempestuous, but maybe the freezing water would cradle her until she slipped away. The waves reached for her, dragging her under deeper and deeper, stinging at the cut on her forehead. Her curls floated around her, her body splayed in an angelic pose as she descended into the depths. Then all she knew was darkness.
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Shapes and colors swirled in her brain. Where was she? This was too painful to be death, but far too complicated to be life. Something was scratching her back, and something else was nibbling her toes--and she couldn't breathe. Her eyes shot open in panic, water flooding out of her mouth and into her lap. Sand coated her entire being, exfoliating skin and wounds alike. Gasping for breath, she watched as the sea lapped at her feet, almost in apology. More and more water came up out of her lungs, and then from her stomach. She was all water and no substance any longer. And when the water was finally gone, what would she be? Things didn't make sense, her mind couldn't focus, it was all fading again, and once again the darkness claimed her as one of its own.
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Post by BrookeDi » Tue Apr 17, 2018 5:33 am

Layla scrambled for something to hold, and her hands landed on something solid, gratefully she held on, but it didn't matter. The boat was already sinking. The redhead started having flashbacks to scenes from Titanic, which was almost comical but for some reason, she didn't laugh.

She could feel the water rising, see pieces of the boat already scattering. It was not meant to withstand a storm like this; it wasn't designed to be this far out into the waters... Whatever they had hit, it had been the final straw for the poor boat. The ocean water was cold, and she shivered as wave after wave crashed over her, but the bright orange vest kept her afloat, and she found a piece of debris to rest on. Hours went by and she called for Liz, she cried, she hoped for someone to save them both.

The storm was already passing, having done its damage. The sky was dark, and the docks were nowhere near in sight, but Layla had something there, her saving grace. There was an island not too far off. She could see the outline.

With renewed energy, Layla kicked and paddled and swam until she was finally at a point where she could stand, and she ran, throwing herself down on the ground staring up at the starry sky. Liz was nowhere in sight, Layla's throat was raw from swallowing the ocean water and from yelling for Liz. Weakly she coughed and there, lying in the dirt, she fell asleep not even bothering to remove her life jacket.

Hours later (who knew how many), she woke to the sun shining in her eyes and the sounds of the ocean. Layla tried to say something, but her throat burned. Feeling stiff and sore, she stood. Somehow she'd managed to keep ahold of the life vest she'd saved for Liz, and it was on the ground beside her. Taking off the one she was wearing, she dropped it besides that one and looked around. There was no sign of a city or town or anyone she could go to help, and there was no sign of her best friend.

... What did she do now?
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Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Tue Apr 17, 2018 8:07 am

Pain. Pain was all she knew. She breathed in pain and exhaled pain; it was her currency now, paying back the universe for saving her life. She had woken up hours ago, sand-encrusted and gently being pulled back in the water by the ever-persistent waves. Now she lied there, watching the sun move across the sky, too tired and sore to move. Every hour brought her back to Earth, little by little. The first hour was when she noticed that she was thirsty, throat dry and scratchy. The second was when her stomach started to protest, twisting in on itself in hunger. The third was when her muscles decided that being numb no longer would help, and her skin made the same decision in the fourth. By hour five, her body was awake, and her mind screamed for a way to turn off the agony.

Liz blinked, sand falling from her eyelashes onto her cheeks, giving her light faux-freckles across her tanned cheekbones. Something had to be done. She had broken her ribs, that was for certain, and her ankle didn't look quite right. Blood stained the sand around her, the cuts on her head and scrapes on her arms and legs staining the ground. She needed help. With a shaky inhale, and a nasty side spasm as her ribs protested, Liz struggled to pull herself up on all fours. The sand dug painfully into her palms and knees. Pushing up once again, she got to her feet, but only barely, keeping herself balanced full on the one ankle that appeared to be unscathed. With her other leg, she let her foot rest on the ground but didn't dare to put any weight on it. Where are you Layla? she asked herself.

To her back, the ocean, and in front of her, a forest of sorts with tropical trees, the likes of which Liz had only seen in postcards. Shuffling forward she made it to the closest palm and placed a hand on it--warmed by the sun. Layla had to have survived. There was no way she didn't. But maybe she was somewhere on this island; maybe they could find each other. Liz shook her head, dismissing her foolish hopes. She barely survived, and there was no indication that her best friend had made it. Tears crested her cheeks as she sat down shakily next to the tree. She lost her friend, she lost her boat, and no one was looking for her. Screaming didn't help, so Liz didn't. She just sat there, in an ocean of her own tears, looking at the one that had taken everything from her.
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She'd spent the first hour trying to recall everything she knew about surviving, which honestly wasn't much. Layla had seen plenty of movies, and though everyone always warned that they weren't realistic, it was all she had to go by right now. So she'd imagined what her top priorities should be. Food, water, and shelter. Having never really been handy, she wasn't sure what she could do about temporary housing.

There were a lot of trees and foliage that could surely provide something, but she wasn't exactly sure what. And she was regretting not grabbing the emergency kit from where it was stored with the life jackets. That surely would have come in handy.

God, she hoped the Rorshak's boat had some tracking on it, and this would be a temporary situation.

Her thoughts felt disjointed, non-linear, and her body ached, and she just wanted to sleep but her stomach grumbled, and she reasoned that she might just have to venture away from the island's edge to find food. "Maybe I'll find a fishing pole in there," Layla said to no one.

Having wasted away a lot of daylight, Layla finally dragged herself toward the lush trees. Praying there wasn't some wild animal in there that would attack her, she headed in ware of her bare feet. As she explored, the redhead gathered dry branches on the off chance that she figured out how to start a fire with no lighting mechanism.

Several hours later and all she'd managed to do was find a bundle of sticks. The sun was no longer high in the sky, and she didn't want to risk being stuck in the greenery when it got dark. Thankfully there had been no run-ins with wild animals, but that didn't mean they weren't there. Her body was tired and sore, and she was still hungry, so Layla made her way back to the shoreline. After nearly forty-five minutes of attempting to start a fire, she finally managed to get a spark. Thirty minutes later she had a small fire to sit near. It wasn't a shelter, and she hadn't solved the problem of food and water, but she had something.
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Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Thu Apr 19, 2018 7:18 am

Shells were easy to come by on the beach that surrounded her. Liz hadn't moved since she sat next to the palm tree that held her upright, other than to collect the various shells that somehow found their way up onto the amalgamation of grass and sand. One by one, she collected those closest to her, turning her head this way and that to get a better look at their shape and color. Each was pretty, in their own way, and she put them all in a pile next to her. When she had grabbed every shell in the vicinity, she began stacking them, like a child would with building blocks. It was mindnumbing, but it gave her hands something to do while her brain whirred to life.

Food was likely hard to come by here, aside from fishing and the vague possibility of fruits of some sort, and shelter was nonexistent so far as she could tell. Both prospects concerned her, but not so much as the injuries that she had sustained. A shelter wouldn't mean much if one of her cuts got infected or if she couldn't walk to find food. Looking down, bright blue eyes took in the blue and purple-tinged ankle lying limp in the sandy grass. It didn't take a doctor to know that that ankle needed to be set properly or she could lose her foot.

Without any alternative, Liz figured that that was priority number one. Bending down she felt around her ankle with light fingers, and it soon became clear that it was dislocated. A litany of curses erupted from her mouth. She was studying to be a lawyer, not a physical therapist; what did a dislocated ankle even mean. Beating her forehead lightly with the palm of her hand, Liz tried to remember anything about injuries. She had dislocated a shoulder when playing volleyball in high school, and the doctor then had to pop it back in place. Maybe it was the same? Maybe it wasn't, but she didn't have much choice. It was out of commision anyway; the worst she could do was make it permanent. The morbid thought made her laugh and then choke on a sob. What to do? What to do? she thought, or even might have said out loud.

Palm leaves lay forgotten on the ground next to her, sparkling with the noonday sun. Reaching out and grabbing one, she considered one--about the best wrap she'd be able to muster. Looking around herself, she looked down at her clothes: a one-piece swimsuit. Not nearly enough clothing to make it through the night, but just enough for what she was looking for. Grabbing a sharper shell from her pile, she cut the fabric that covered her stomach, leaving a decent sized hole that exposed her midriff. She examined the material for a moment and then rolled it up as thick as it could be and placed it in her mouth--she'd need something to bite on to. Leaning her head to the side, she was satisfied to hear a nice pop and proceeded to roll back her shoulders. With a deep sigh, she bit down on the material and placed her hands on her ankle with a wince. She'd either do this correctly or she'd permanently ruin her ankle. Not like she had much of an option. Rolling her wrists and steadying her hands, she applied pressure to the ankle, pushing in the protrusion as hard as she dared with one hand and using traction with the other hand to extend the ankle joints. Guttural screams found their way out of the gag she made for herself, but Liz tried to stay conscious. With a loud pop, it was over and Liz fell against the tree exhausted. The wad of swimsuit hit the ground with a thud as she spit it out and tried to catch her breath.

The ankle looked better, or at least what Liz assumed was better. She didn't dare to move it, and the pain was still extraordinary, but it was all she could do and that would have to be enough--or at least she hoped it was. Hours, minutes, seconds all passed when she finally was able to grab the palm leaf and tightly wrap it around her ankle to keep it in place. The compression took some of the pain away, but not nearly enough. She'd have to get water and food soon, but for now, all she could do was curl up near her pile of seashells and look to the now starry sky. Had that been smoke? No, it couldn't have been? she wondered as her eyelids became heavy and lulled her off into dreams of bonfires and pirates.
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Layla would become even more grateful for her fire later. Being near the water as the sunset, she was shivering despite the summer day. Why couldn't she have shipwrecked with a pair of pants, at least? The fire aided in keeping her warm and it provided a sense of comfort as she drifted off to sleep, curled up in the sand.

Her dreams were plagued by memories of waves crashing over her, the feeling of being blindly tossed around by the water.

Several hours later she woke with a start. The sun was already starting to rise, the fire had long since died out, and it had been the cold that had awakened her; it made her dream feel so real. Her stomach growled, painfully, as she pulled herself into a sitting position. Her body still ached, but it was easier to move. Day two and the weather was bright and beautiful like it had been the day they'd gone out on the boat. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

Her stomach growled again, and she shook away those thoughts. She needed to focus. Today she had to find food and water... or at least one of the two. Without thinking her eyes drifted to the ocean like she might see Liz's head bobbing between the waves, waving her down or yelling for Layla to drag her onto land already. There was no telling what had happened to the other co-ed and thinking about all of the things that could have happened, brought tears to Layla's eyes.

She turned her back to the water and once more faced inland. There had to be something to eat hiding in the trees; Layla just had to find it.

Once she was inside the treeline, they provided shade from the sun. She hadn't even realized how hot she'd been until the shadow from the trees offered sweet relief. Pausing, Layla fanned herself and stretched her limbs once more before plowing onward, paying no mind at the possibility of wild animals lurking in the shadows. Within the mini forest (because what else was she supposed to call it?), Layla found smaller trees only a few inches taller from her. And hanging from them? Kiwifruit! Excitedly she reached up on tiptoes and plucked a fruit from its branches. It wasn't quite ripe enough, but there were others that looked more edible. Once more her stomach growled, and the redhead laughed out loud. She'd found food! It wouldn't sustain her, but it could keep her alive for now.
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Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Wed Apr 25, 2018 12:12 pm

Short, gasping breaths dwindled from the form half-buried in the sand. She had fallen asleep, trying to ignore the screaming burn in her side, or maybe it was the burn that took her mind with it in the flames. Either way, the sun glowed on her sandy cheeks, warming her skin and casting a pink glow through her closed eyelids. Blinking, Liz groaned but immediately winced and grabbed her ribs. Fantastic, she thought to herself. Her mouth was dry, her stomach was groaning, and her ankle was throbbing. And where was Layla? Her situation didn't slowly make itself known to her as it would have under normal circumstances. It hit her all at once, taking her breath away. Hyperventilating to prevent expanding her ribcage too much, she crawled towards where some wider palm leaves were. She tried to reach, but immediately drew back her arm in pain. Stretching her left side in any way was a sin her body thought she deserved to be punished for, it appeared.

This time, Liz crawled a forward a bit more and slowly grabbed a large palm leaf. Placing it right behind her back, she pulled it to the front and tightened as much as she could. Stars popped in front of her vision, but once the frond was tied, she could breathe a bit deeper, albeit not fully due to the pressure and the pain. Licking her lips, it became apparent just how dehydrated she was. "Crap," she croaked, stumbling to her feet. Leaning most of her weight on her uninjured leg, she limped along, laying hands on every tree in her path. Stumbling along, swearing softly to herself, Liz thought of home. Were her parents looking by now? What about her other friends? And what had happened to Layla?

crunch

Liz screamed, falling backward and finding herself looking at a broken coconut shell and a bloody foot. Quickly, she pulled the offending shard out of her skin; luckily it hadn't gone into the flesh too deeply. Her emotions were a rollercoaster, but she felt relatively hopeless until she looked up and saw more. The light finally clicked on--coconuts had water, and water was what she needed. Letting herself smile a little, despite herself, she pulled herself and stepped back to admire the tree. Now she just had to figure out how to get one.
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It didn't matter how far into the trees she went; she could hear the ocean which only proved that she wasn't on some large island. It also meant that there wasn't much hope of finding other people. Layla wondered if that would affect her chances of getting rescued. The kiwifruit was sweet, and it helped assuage her thirst, if only for a bit, but she was hardly filling. She ate about fifteen of the little brown and green fruits before she continued walking through the trees working out that stiffness in her limbs.

She spent a lot of her time thinking about what had happened to Liz. She liked to think that, maybe, her best friend had ended up on the island as well. Somewhere along the way, she'd found a broken shell, and she used that to mark up some of the trees, trying to keep track of where she'd been and get her bearings. She also spent a lot of time thinking about what she was doing with her life and with college and what she wanted for her major. At some point in the morning, there was a bright red bird chirping in one of the treetops, and she wished she had her phone to take her picture, thinking Liz would have liked the bird. She was back to thinking about what had come of the other woman.

It was during this exploration that she heard a scream, or what seemed like one. It seemed distant, but it sounded human. Layla froze where she stood, glancing all around her like she expected someone to come tearing by her in full on panic. Of course, nothing happened, and she wondered if, maybe, she was already beginning to lose her mind. Next thing you know she'd be carving a face on the skin of a kiwifruit and calling it Wilson.

Still, it wasn't like she had a whole lot going on at the moment. She gave it her best guess and head in the direction the noise had come from. She tried, so hard, not to hope that it was Liz because she didn't want to be disappointed and she didn't want whatever it was that had caused the scream to be something hurting her best friend.
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Re: Survive

Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Sat Apr 28, 2018 10:18 am

The sun was merciless as Liz threw rock after rock at the coconuts hanging so temptingly close to her, yet not close enough. Finding the stones had been tedious enough, but aiming them and trying to volley them at the coconuts was a fool's errand, and Liz knew it--not to mention that her ribs ached and spasmed with the strain, causing many an unplanned break. Heaving a sigh, the brunette leaned up against one of the palms and shaded her face with one hand. Her muscles strained and her head spun, a dangerous sign that she needed water, and she needed it quickly. Looking up at the fronds, she saw a small bird fluttering about, its red wings dazzling in the afternoon sun.

"Hello there, little guy. Having fun up there?" she asked, her voice gravelly. The bird almost seemed to nod, flitting away as if he had simply been an apparition. I'm really going insane, Liz thought. Birds don't understand English, and I hope to god you're not seeing things already. Pushing herself off of the tree, she hobbled over to her piles of rocks and picked one up, aiming again, and missing for the umpteenth time. Discouraged, Liz hobbled away. She had been trying to get at them for hours. If she hadn't gotten one by now, she wasn't going to.

Trees passed her left and right, but Liz kept walking past them. Coconuts littered the ground, but all were either too mature or rotting, and the last thing Liz figured she wanted to do was get sick off of a bad coconut and become even more dehydrated. As she shuffled through the foliage, it seemed to almost close in around her, suffocating her in the heat and humidity. Vague chirps reached her ears, but she wasn't sure if they were real birds or just imaginary friends her mind had created for her.

More birds seemed to surround her, her eyes showing her glimpses of their bright plumage before the colors disappeared again, leaving her to wonder if they had been there at all. And was that...was that splashing? For a horrible moment, Liz thought she had crossed the entire island, reaching the other side with nothing to show for it. It was then that she heard the rushing of water that gave her a surge of hope. Hobbling as fast as her ankle would allow, she ran towards the noise, hoping that it was what she thought it to be.
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Re: Survive

Post by BrookeDi » Wed May 02, 2018 5:12 am

Layla kept her ears open for any sound of another scream, but nothing came. There was no sound of a snarling animal feasting and no further yells of pain or terror. However, as she continued walking she could hear the sound of rushing water. The sound was different than that of the crashing waves on the sand. It almost sounded like it could be a river or something of the sort. Something other than salt water.

If she could find fresh water rather then her chances of survival just increased by some percentage (look, math was never her strong suit, okay). Without really thinking about it, she started rushing toward the sound. At some point, it began to grow distance, and she had to turn around and start again until finally, it sounded just within reach.

The redhead stepped through the trees to find the source of the running water. It was beautiful and gurgling and water. She'd completely forgotten the sound of the scream and rushed to the edge of the brook, dropping to her knees and splashing her face with the water. It felt refreshing compared to the dried feeling the salt water from the ocean had caused, and she happily scooped some up, bringing the water to her mouth, slurping it up noisily. She wouldn't die from dehydration, at the very least, and right now that was the best news she'd ever heard. When she had drunk her fill, Layla rolled onto her back and stared up at the trees and the bits of blue that peeked through.

At some point, she had dozed off, but when she woke up, something was sniffing her toes.
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Re: Survive

Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Fri May 04, 2018 4:42 am

Running with abandon, her ankle screaming up at her, and her ribs singing the same painful tune, Liz hobbled as fast as she could towards the noise of sustenance. Hope shot through her veins, making her heart pound in elation and her eyes tear up. She was going to make it. With no warning, the ground beneath her disappeared and she slid down a ridge into a knee-deep river, her legs picking up a few scratches on the way down. The tired survivor let no time pass for yelping in surprise or wincing at the twinge in her side, she simply dipped her head under the current and drank as much as she could.

The cold water rushing over her body soothed the sunburns peering through her skin, and cleaned the various nicks and bumps that she had accumulated in such a short time. It was rejuvenation at its finest, and when Liz lifted her head from the water she felt refreshed anew. As much as she wanted to just lie in the water and let it carry her away, hope had a way of giving her purpose. She needed to find food now, and some sort of shelter for the night. Luck had smiled on her the night previous, but Liz didn't want to tempt Fate's plans for her. Getting up, she shuffled over to where she had tumbled and followed the ridge until it dipped enough for her to hobble back up. The turf was familiar and she knew just where she'd go.
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How many days had it been? Two? Three? Seven? They seemed to slip by Liz in an instant. All she knew was that the sun was filtering down through the gaps in her shack's roof. All those days ago, when she had passed tree after tree in search of water, she had passed a glutch of coconut trees that seemed to bend towards one another, and once she was sure she was going to survive that day, she headed back there to make herself a nest. It was an arduous process, collecting palm fronds, tying them into mats, and then tying them in-between the trees. By the first day, she had finished a majority of the walls, but by the second she had a somewhat more functional abode which she could rest in. Using the same materials, she made a wrap of sorts to cover her skin to an extent. It wasn't perfect, but it gave her some relief from the sun.

Food had been another matter altogether. The coconuts on the ground were bad news, rotted with tiny bugs crawling in and out of the various cracks. It wasn't until she thought she might pass out of hunger when she saw a kiwi vine. The fruit was barely ripe, but Liz didn't care, eating three in one sitting before she reminded herself that she should probably ration as best as she could and find other food to supplement her diet.

The mornings were the hardest, trying to find enough food for the rest of the day and getting herself down to the river to settle for the day. She found sitting by the river calming, and since she couldn't walk very much, she spent most of her time dangling her feet in the rushing cold. In the peace of the tropical forest, she sang to herself and told herself stories. When those ran out, she made up her own, sometimes writing them with a stick in the mud. It wasn't much, but it was all she had and it had to be enough.
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Re: Survive

Post by BrookeDi » Tue May 08, 2018 12:37 am

At first, she thought she was home, with her dog sniffing to be let out, but the bed was too hard and the smell all wrong. Then, Layla remembered what had happened and where she was. Her eyes opened slowly as a large, rough tongue licked the sole of her foot. When she sat up, she was face to face with a massive wildcat.

It made a low hissing sound. "Nice kitty." Layla murmured, slowly withdrawing her foot. "Good kitty." The cat lowered to the floor, readying itself to pounce. Should she run? Should she stay completely still or was that for a T-Rex? Why did she have ridiculous thoughts in a dire situation? Slowly, always eyeing the wildcat, Layla brought herself to a standing position. The cat never pounced, but it did straighten out. Maybe it thought she was bigger? "Yeah, that's right." She sounded way more confident than she felt. Waving her arms toward the big cat, she shooed it, "Go on, now. Get." Was she quoting lines from Cheetah?

The thought was somehow hysterical, and she felt a bubble of laughter rise through her, and she had to swallow it down quickly. The cat didn't move, though, and so Layla started to back away, tossing a brief glance over her shoulder to see where she was going before turning back to face the big cat. It hadn't moved. Pausing between each step, afraid that running would trigger this animal's killer instincts, it was several minutes before the cat grew bored and ran the opposite direction. Relieved, Layla let out a sob that was somewhere between a cry and a laugh. Then, she turned and ran the other way before tripping over a large tree branch and landing on her wrist as she fell forward. There was a distinct snapping sound that was most definitely not the tree branch.

Layla choked back a scream and scrambled up to continue running until she was out of the trees. It didn't mean she was safe from wild cats, but it certainly felt so out in the bright sunlight.

Once she'd caught her breath, she took a peek at her arm. If it wasn't broken, it was sprained. She brought her good hand (the left one, unfortunately) to her eyes and had a nice, long cry.

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The following days passed slowly, yet she wasn't even sure how many had passed. She did know that she had sunburns on top of her sunburns, her feet were burnt from walking barefoot on the hot sand and that she was sick and tired of kiwifruit. Layla went to the river often, drinking as much water as she could and still, always feeling thirsty. She stuck her burning feet in there to give her some relief and took the occasional bath. Then she'd pee in a hole she had dug in the sand, throwing a layer of sand on top after each time (she was starting to feel a bit like a cat).

At night she started a fire, and despite her injured hand, she'd managed to get pretty good at it. It brought her a small bit of comfort, sitting by the fire. Besides, she was pretty sure wildcats don't like fire. She wasn't even sure if that was true or not, but she was going to believe that wholeheartedly.

At some point (the third day, the fifth?) she started sharpening a rather large stick she'd found with one of the rocks she used to make a fire. It was a clumsy effort with her left hand, but after a few (several?) days of scraping away at it, it was starting to get a nice, fine point. That was the other small comfort. Her fire at night and her pointy stick (she named the spear Brittany because it's a spear. Get it? Hahaha--Nevermind) brought her a (probably false) sense of security. With Brittany in her hand, she started spending more time by the river, practicing throwing and stabbing things with her left hand.

She was terrible at it.

It was some days (maybe weeks) later, and she was wandering by the riverside, singing loudly to herself. "... bottles of coke on the wall, sixty-eight bottles of coke; ya take one down, pass it around, sixty-seven bottles of coke on the wall! Sixty-seven bottles of coke..." Oddly enough, it helped pass the time.
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Re: Survive

Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Thu May 10, 2018 4:29 am

It was morning yet again and the sunlight accosted her from the gaps in her fortress. Sitting up, Liz slowly made her way outside, gathered the three half coconuts she used as cups and two kiwis and shuffled towards where the river always was. She groaned at how far away it was, just like she did every morning, and found her little mat of tied up leaves right where she left it.

Settling onto the mat, Liz ate one of the kiwifruits and sighed. It was a nice morning for thinking, and her brain didn't miss an opportunity to use it. Memories of her parents, friends, and acquaintances all came to mind. Going to the shops and getting freshly made lemonade and ice cream, going swimming offshore and laying out in the sun, singing karaoke with Layla...that last memory was so clear it was almost as if she could hear Layla now.

She laughed to herself. What a strange song to sing though--bottles of coke on the wall, indeed. She laid back, enjoying the auditory hallucination until she realized, she had never heard Layla sing that before. Liz's eyes popped open and she scrambled to her feet as best as possible.

"Layla!!" she screamed, not knowing if she could trust her ears, but knowing she'd regret it if she didn't at least try to find out what was real.
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