"Just keep swimming."
The voice seemed to echo in her head, but her strength had been taken from her a long time ago.
She felt limp, weak.
Then there was nothing. No anxiety, no fear. Just nothing. The smooth void of death awaited her.
Until, she h...
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"𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎?"
She felt so tired. Her body was so heavy but her brain screamed at her to move. The water was slowly encasing her as she sunk but she had no energy to peddle her arms.
She felt her head go under, her lungs began to burn, her arms twitched at her sides but nothing was strong enough to push her up.
Well, nothing except for another pair of arms.
"Just keep swimming."
The voice seemed to echo in her head, but her strength had been taken from her a long time ago.
She felt limp, weak.
Then there was nothing. No anxiety, no fear. Just nothing. The smooth void of death awaited her.
Until, she heard his voice again.
"Come on! Just keep swimming! I can't do this if you don't swim" His voice was louder, it rung in her ear but it gave her body a jolt. It was as if she had been shocked, probably shocked by the reality that she was in. So, she forced her heavy eyes open and her arms to move.
She was not going to be responsible for his death.
Their feet kicked rapidly as they moved towards the open beach in front of them, a couple more boys were crawling out of the water and some already stood on the beach.
Finally, her foot made contact with the sand bar and she could have cried of relief. The two shuffled to the dry sand before falling, out of breath, and their legs burning.
"Thank you," she whispered, turning to her savior. The blonde boy from the plane, Kirin. He nodded but didn't say anything, too tired to speak, but she didn't blame him.
"Grace!" Josh helped her up before crushing her into a tight hug, "Oh, thank God," he whispered over and over as she hugged him tighter, tears swelled in her eyes, thanking whoever was out there that he was okay.
He let go of her and examined her face, "A couple scratches but you're okay." He smiled before turning to the blonde boy, "Thanks man." "Yea, don't mention it," he spoke.
Grace looked around, spotting each boy that was on the plane, "Where the hell are we?" She asked, nobody answered, because nobody knew.
"Good one mother," DJ grumbled to himself, pacing, "Great idea." Everyone watched him warily as he spoke to himself.
"How about we ship me off to some wilderness fucking circle jerk?" He continued to pace, and being the only form of entertainment, everyone continued to watch.
