Drew's eyes sprung open as a cold wave of ocean water rid up his back. He was laying facedown in wet sand and mud, causing him to stick to the ground. He ripped him self from the stick mush and got to his feet. His pants were littered with holes and his shirt was ripped almost completely in half.
"Where the fuck am I?" Drew muttered to himself, frantically looking around. An endless ocean tided away at his back, a damp forest swayed to his front. Out of curiosity, he walked toward the forest, pushing past a few bushes. Drew continued to inch further into the forest, until a loud screech halted him in his tracks.
Investigate the Sound (1A)
Or
Run back to the beach (1B)
YOU ARE READING
Going Down
HorrorTen teens from a small town in Maine disappear after a tragic plane crash. They surface, scattered about an uninhabited island, or so they think. It is up to you whether they make it out alive.
