After a trip to Australia gone sideways, Lacey and her younger sister, Cindy, are just trying to make it back to the states. Though, like most things in her life as of late, everything goes horribly wrong and the Marsh sisters find themselves strand...
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𝗈𝗇𝖾 - 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽
Lacey gasped in a panic. There was a heavy weight on her chest—a bruising weight.
Men and women screamed around her, though their shouts of anguish were barely audible through the high pitched ringing that racked through her brain. A thick smoke clouded her vision and the stench that accompanied it was awful.
The weight on her chest was not seeming to relieve itself. Lacey attempted to sit up, but the pain made every fiber of her being scream. She grunted out in shock as she flopped her head back down onto the sand.
Sand. Why was there sand?
Lacey attempted to look around, but a sharp pain shot through her neck. Sand. She hated sand. Why was there sand pricking every inch of her body? She needed to scream; she could probably scream.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. My gosh. Her ears were ringing. In and out. In and out.
Maybe she could rest there for a moment. Or maybe the weight on her chest would cave her chest in and the pain would end.
Screams.
Ringing.
Sand.
Smoke.
It was all too much.
Lacey wheezed and attempted to breathe in, but the stupid weight on her stupid chest wouldn't allow her to gather air in her lungs. Maybe she could just lay there and die. The sand alone was enough for her to wish it would just happen.
"Lacey!?" A little voice broke through the ringing and the stupid screaming. "Lacey!" It shouted again. The voice was desperate.
The blonde jolted up. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins. Cindy. That was voice belonged to Cindy. She needed to get to her; she wouldn't die here because of stupid sand. Cindy needed her.
Lacey groped at the weight on her chest. It was metal, some stupid metal thing was stopping her from getting to Cindy.
In an instant, Lacey pushed up with all of her might. The adrenaline coursing through her body must have done something good because the weight was no longer there. Gasping for air, Lacey pushed herself to her knees, but she wouldn't allow herself to catcher her breath.
The blonde stumbled to her feet and whipped her head around. Smoke, sand, sea, and people running around like chickens with their heads cut off was all she could see. Oh, and the blood. There seemed to be a lot of that as well.
"Cindy!?" Lacey called out. A man with a buzz cut ran in front of her. He bolted forward to man in red trapped around a large piece of metal. But that wasn't important.
