Katie pulled herself up onto the warm sand, coughing the salty water out of her lungs. Her head pounded under the scorching sun, and every muscle in her body ached from the jerky and frantic swim to get to shore. Her vision swirled, colours blending into nothingness, and then darkness.
After the crash, Katie had swum away from the wreck, the only thought in her mind to get away from the memories. Luckily, she had seen a small island. She was in the middle of the ocean,and it would take weeks just for a rescue plane to find her. She didn't have weeks. She had days.
When Katie awoke, it was very late at night. The air had turned much cooler, and she shivered in her light jacket, shorts and t-shirt. She had dressed for the warm temperatures of Paris, not the icy cold of the ocean. She shook the sand out of her long, dark hair and looked around. A forest of trees filled the centre of the island. Maybe she would find safety and security in there. With only a few moments hesitation, Katie headed towards the forest.
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Lost
Historia CortaA plane crash. A deserted island. Each minute ticking by. And one girl, in a desperate race for survival