His mouth was sandy. His eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't hear for the abundance of water in his ears. But there was a distinct ringing in his ears. Joe sat up, his sore body forcing him again onto his back. I can't do this anymore, Joe thought, it's tearing me at the seams of sanity. Joe shook his head, his head pounding from the migraine. He didn't even know where he was! Which, at this thought, Joe turned his head on the...sand? Joe mustered the strength to at least sit up. So he did. And what he saw...took away his breath. It was...a beach. And a jungle. It was humid. It was hot. And there was...a car. There was a car. With people standing in front of it. The people turned their heads, saw him sitting on the beach, and sprinted towards him. They were a few feet away when Joe's vision became blurry. The only Joe exclaimed before he passed out was a faint and feeble..."help."
CITEȘTI
Paper Box
AdventureAhhhh! One nice vacation on my own island. Couldn't be more happy. Until...it happens. And there's only one thing that can save me: a large box of paper.
