[right] [img] https://i.pinimg.com/originals/36/87/30/3687300bf3885b25809f429623978a90.jpg [/img] [color=Black]________________________[/color] [sub][b][color=Black]LOCATION:[/color][/b] [i][color=Black]Beach[/color][/i] [b][color=Black]INTERACTIONS:[/color][/b] [i][color=Black][@Aamaya][@Eric Horst][/color][/i] [b][color=Black]TIME OF DAY:[/color][/b] [i][color=Black]Evening[/color][/i] [color=Black][b]HEALTH:[/b][/color] [i][color=Black]Burned Arm, risk of infection[/color][/i][/sub] [color=Black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/right][center][hr] [color=black][b]COLTON BUNN[/b][/color] [hr][/center] The feeling of doom is not often stumbled upon, but for Colton, it had hit him like a freight train. Fighting for one’s life is not an easy experience. Colton was never known for his swimming abilities, yet he was able to swim from a plane crash to shore fighting the waves and impending doom. Then after making it to shore where he finally thought it was over and he was being rescued used his last energy to run to the voices. Discovering that they were in just as much trouble as he had gone through destroyed him. He accepted the fact, he was going to die just like everyone he had ever loved, and no one would miss him. When the young woman approached him and started addressing his injuries he ignored her the best he could. She was just a nascence getting in the way. If he survived the day then he would deal with his injuries after, but that did not seem likely. He finally looked up at the woman while she was digging through degree and that was the moment that everything changed. The old man felt young again seeing such a beautiful woman running on the beach in her undergarments. Looking around he noticed another young man starting to strip as well, at this point confusion took over, it was still far better than the despair he felt earlier. He was looking around when the woman came back, running. Not wanting to leer at her he returned his head to look down out of respect. He noticed the heated-up metal and began to panic as she warned him what was coming. Having the cloth shoved in his mouth only muffled his cries of anguish. Colton thrusted his head back in pain as she continued burning him with the heated metal. If he had any energy left he probably would have pushed her away, but he was just too exhausted to even fight back. The pauses were the worst part, allowing the air to touch his new burns causing extreme pain making tears roll down his face. By the time she was done Colton was no longer angry with her or wanting to kill her, instead he felt grateful that this random woman in her underwear went out of her way to save him. He didn’t have the words to express his gratitude, but her kindness revived something else in Colton giving him the motivation to survive. When another figure approached reaching out his hand towards Colton, another kind of action. Looking up at the kid who coldly asked if he needed help, there was a different feeling to him, unlike the woman before. Colton silently reached out his right arm allowing himself to be helped up by the young man. He placed his arm around the back of the young man's shoulders and allowed him to escort him to the tree line to get out of the sun. As he passed the woman who helped him he paused, [color=black]“I owe you one.”[/color] [right] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/95/7e/46957ea288096180008c53a008b2e35a.jpg[/img] [color=Black]________________________[/color] [sub][b][color=Green]LOCATION:[/color][/b] [i][color=Green]Beach[/color][/i] [b][color=Green]INTERACTIONS:[/color][/b] [i][color=Green][@Zoey White] [/color][/i] [b][color=Green]TIME OF DAY:[/color][/b] [i][color=Green]Evening[/color][/i] [color=Green][b]HEALTH:[/b][/color] [i][color=Green]Leg injury [/color][/i][/sub] [color=Black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/right][center][hr] [color=green][b]SOPHIA STAURT[/b][/color] [hr][/center] [color=green]“Oh no, that’s not good.”[/color] Sophia’s eyes widened as she saw the woman pull her hand back revealing blood. CPR was one thing, but a head injury is completely different, and Sophia had no idea how to deal with it. The woman seemed to have stopped drowning which was good news, but the head trauma was very bad news. The woman was conscious and moving but it was unclear how much damage or what would happen if she were to get up, so Sophia did not want to move the woman. The water hit their feet, the waves washed up splashing the pair as they struggled for life on the shore. The emergency grew, Sophia had no idea if there were tide differences on this shore, or even where they are. The woman was washed up on this shore so likely she could be washed away. Suddenly the need to move away from the water become more prevalent. The problem was that Sophia has too injured to barely move, so moving the injured woman as well was nearly impossible. Sophia looked down at the woman again, knowing that she couldn’t do anything more to help. The woman looked back at her clearly confused and in pain. [color=green]“Don’t worry we will be ok.”[/color] Sophia started to look around frantically for any other sign of survivors. An echo of a scream could be heard behind the pair. Turning back Sophia could see the flicker of a fire as well. A swell of hope began to rise as Sophia realized other people survived. [color=green]“Help!”[/color] Sophia resorted to her last hope… Screaming. [color=green]“We need help, please, anyone!” [/color]Her voice was a horse after swallowing so much salt water and sitting in the sun. [color=green]“Help!”[/color] Sophia looked back down towards the woman, the woman whose life was in Sophia’s hands. If she failed to get help then she would need to abandon this woman, Sophia would have to let her die. The scream became louder out of desperation of saving this woman from her doom [color=green]“Help!”[/color]