[h1][b][i][color=salmon][center]Sienna Kennedy[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][i]Location: Beachside Cabin
Skills: N/A[/i][/center][hr][hr]
Out on the beach, Sienna was in knee-deep water trying her best to spearfish. Her technique was the definition of sloppy, but she didn't have time to perfect it. Every couple of seconds, she'd scan her surroundings to make sure she wasn't caught off guard. The sun overhead was burning hot, and the waves were peaceful, quite the contrast to everyone's current reality in that island.

[color=salmon]"Forget this,"[/color] she whispered to herself, the patience gone. Sienna hurriedly made her way to the shoreline, bending down momentarily to grab her shoes with her free hand before racing to her cabin. Once inside, she sighed in relief, the tension and anxiety slowly dissolving. But that didn't mean all was better. Sienna dropped her shoes on the ground and tossed the makeshift spear aside, hitting the floor with a dull clack. The poor woman was going mad, stuck in the same routine day after day. Wake up, try her best to survive, go to sleep. Then wake up the following day and do it all over again. It would be impossible to count the number of times she'd cursed herself for ever getting on that damn plane.

And now, another failed attempt to becoming self-sufficient led to the questionable choice of drowning out her sorrows for a while. In one of the small cabinets remained two bottles of wine, one which hadn't yet been opened. Not the smartest move on her part, but Sienna figured a glass or two wouldn't hurt. She made her way over to her "secret stash" and pulled out the bottle, briefly reading the label like she had done twice in the past. Purely out of boredom, of course. It'd been a few days since Sienna had last had a drink, and the plan was to finish this bottle which would be roughly the equivalent of a glass and a half.

Sienna poured herself nearly a glassful, then headed to the couch. She tucked her legs underneath herself then began drinking. The relief was instant thanks to the placebo effect. The racing thoughts didn't disappear, but they surely weren't as annoying. Instead, her mind once more took her to happier times, back when she as home without the stress of the apocalypse weighing down on her.