Dylan Norcross coughed out water as he dragged himself onto shore, his leg dragging behind him as he struggled up the rocky beach. Blood was trailing from a wound that travelled the length of his right leg onto the sand.
Although the salt water numbed the pain in his leg, it returned with a renewed viciousness as it tore into his leg, making him scream out in agony. He looked around and saw he was on a beach, littered with branches and rocks, but with no civilisation in sight.
He gritted his teeth as he sat up, and examined the cut on his leg. It was bleeding profusely and the skin around it was raised and curled into the wound. Dylan tore at his shirt and gingerly swiped at the blood. It hurt, but it reminded him he was alive.
As he went to work on his leg, the gulls above swooped and soared in the cold wind that was stirring up in anticipation of a storm. Dylan Norcross glanced up at the dark clouds advancing on the horizon.
He'd have to survive on his own.
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The Ocean (COMPLETED)
Short StoryChloe Harnett had everything. But then the boat tipped.
