The Shores of Scorch Island

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She was out cold. Not a single movement from her. To any passerby, it could easily be assumed that she was dead. However, the likeliness of anyone seeing her were extremely low.

Some hours had passed and the sun tiredly hung in the sky. Nightfall was sure to come soon.

Just then, an odd creature, some hybrid of reptile and mammalian descent hobbled across the beach. The creature was large and covered in black and white tufts of fur. It's face was a canine-like skull, with deep-set eye sockets that hosted a neon green glow.

The creature did not have eyes. It clearly couldn't see by any normal mean of sight.

It curiously eyed her still body.

What is that? Is it dead?

The creature saw in means of a thermal spectrum: her body was alarmingly hot. Despite her body temperature being very hot, she did not move.

Should I help it?

The creature's mind was filled with confusion. Being a scavenger, it considered eating her. And then it thought of helping her.

What do I do? It thought.

The creature paced back and forth along the beach until it reached a decision.

The beast took the shoulder of her shirt in its mouth and began dragging her somewhere. Her arm trailed limply along with her body, leaving a trail of blood.

After a few minutes of travel, the beast decided that it had found a good place to put her. It propped her weak body against a large tree, it's trunk was large and it supported her well. Her head fell forward and her chin hit her chest.

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