A girl's voice called out in the distance. Temp froze. The half-filled bottle in her hand fell, spilling in the sand. 

[color=crimson]"Ev?"[/color] she whispered, fragile hope in her chest. She sprinted forward, past the naked girl, who'd stopped to look through the debris on the shore. Temp skidded to a stop in front of the figure, sand flying.

It was a lone girl, half-drowned and sandy, sitting against a rock.

It wasn't Evelyn. The hope died.

[color=crimson]"Who the piss're [i]you[/i]?"[/color] she said like an accusation. But then the naked girl shouted something behind her and Temp glanced over her shoulder long enough to see her shouting something at the goat and… a kid? 

But then… a new sound rose over the whispering sea. An evil hiss of voices echoed across the beach.

[i]Her[/i] voice. Temp's hair stood on end, bumps raising along her flesh. Fear gripped at her throat. Something evil stood on the other side of the beach. Some demon, newly risen from hell, stalked toward them.

Then there was fighting. Temp was frozen, lips parted, as she watched. The demon fell with a sickening chorus of snapping and cracking, hissing angrily. The sound made her want to retch. Temp was shaking. It stood, golden eyes glowing.

[color=crimson]"Get up,"[/color] she forced out in a whisper. She glanced back at the girl. [color=crimson]"[i]Stand![/i]"[/color] Her eyes darted along the sand, finding a stray plank of wood. Temp swiped it up, holding it in a white-knuckled grip. She faced the demon, still fighting the other people in the distance. 

Temp could do this. She could [i]do[/i] this.

She really hated her grandpa for all those ghost stories right now.

[color=crimson]"Your legs work?"[/color]