Flooded [✔️]

The Middle of the Ocean

and she was alone.

    My head jerked up as I gasped for air. It was a miracle I was still alive after getting so wet. My heart pumping wildly, I looked around at the horrible world that was my reality. A calm sea of candy wrappers, styrofoam, plastic bags, soda cans, and other litter surrounded me. My head whipped around, looking for any land at all.
    Nothing.
    It seemed as if my small rowboat was the only inhabitable place in the entire world. As I started to regain thoughts of what had happened, memories flooded back to me.
    The Dome.
    The shattering of glass.
    The ear splitting cries of the Dome's citizens.
    The frantic search for a boat.
    The storm.
    And Zubin.
    Oh Zubin..., I thought, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. My only friend, gone. I wondered if I'd ever see him again. Somewhere in my hard-wired body I knew that I wouldn't see him; that I was alone.
    Completely and utterly alone.
    Deciding to distract myself from my current predicament, I checked the supplies in my boat. Crawling to the back, I opened a small door to find a sturdy fishing net, a knife, rope, a small inflatable tube, matches, bottled waters, crackers, and a chocolate bar. I sighed and pulled out a water bottle, practically chugging the entire thing. I didn't realize how thirsty I had been! I stored the empty bottle back in the compartment, thinking it may be useful. I pulled out the inflatable tube, puffed air into it, and made a semi-comfortable spot on the wooden floor of the boat. If I died of anything, it sure wouldn't be from discomfort.
    Forcing myself to think positively, I made a plan for finding the others. I procrastinated, trying to see if any of my technology would work. I tapped my wrist to check the time. A green light appeared in the formation of numbers. 12:03 p.m. I tapped again and it disappeared. I tried everything built inside me, figuring something had to work, but most of them required internet connection. My boredom got the best of me, and I decided I should give up on testing all my technological implants. I dabbed my fingertips in the water cautiously, making sure my entire body didn't fall from the safety of the lifeboat. When I pulled my fingers out, I could see the black blue water where the trash had parted. I did this absent mindedly for a while, drawing various shapes and symbols. Then an idea flashed into my mind, like lightning from the life-changing storm the day before. If my fingers made a path in the water, surely larger objects, such as a boat would also make a trail. I twisted my body around to look behind me, and sure enough, the trash had parted where my boat had drifted. If I could find and follow one of these tracks, I may be able to find someone. With a plan settled in my head, I took out the oars and started rowing. If anyone was alive, I had to find them. I couldn't give up, not now, not ever.