Don
From Create Your Own Story
You gasp and splutter as you crawl up the beach, your pant-less body drenched. The pants must have come off in the crash's chaos You lay there for a few moments, bathing in the sun, before groggily getting into a sitting position, one knee up.
You run a hand through your thick, wet hair. The white sand of the beach spreads out for about 100 meters in left and right before curving around, disappearing behind the trees. the trees are, maybe, 20 meters away from you, forming a thick, green and lush forest.
Just than, you here laughter and see 3 figures run out of the forest a reasonable distance away from you. Your black hair falls onto your hard face as you quickly deside to.
