Stranded

#8

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Camila couldn't be happier that her feet had actually touched land. For some ungodly miracle, she managed to traverse the waves with her little float that somehow miraculously kept her afloat to make it to land. The storm raged on and Lauren was still nowhere to be found. Camila crawled her way up the wet sand, moving further in land to avoid the waves that were still violently crashing about. Camila was exhausted. She took her time to catch her breath, closing her eyes as the rain continued to pour down, lightning still flashing about. The ship was gone, Lauren still missing and she was all alone. She wished she could take back her decision to throw themselves off, and now, she was back to square one. Her soulmate, her love, was gone. Just then, Camila came to a realisation that perhaps maybe Lauren had made it to shore. Lauren was a damn good swimmer, and could have possibly braved the waves and made it to shore. Camila bolts right up, grabbing Lauren's bag, and dumping the water out.

There was bound to be a flashlight. Lauren had always been a survivalist kind of girl in high school, and she always carried things with her such as pocket knives, flashlights, matchsticks, needle and thread, and whatever extra stuff she had carried with her in the case if an emergency. Blame that on watching zombie movies. Yeah, Lauren had saved someone once by stitching the person up from a car accident that happened in front of her eyes. Lauren was no medical expert but she had some basic survival training from one of the classes she took over the summer. Digging through, she did find a flashlight, and immediately switched it on. She looked around the space she was on, and with the rain pouring down heavily, she couldn't see that far. Camila looked towards the ocean, seeing that the cruise was long gone, all hope for being rescued so soon was thrown out the door. She stood up, wobbling slightly, and contemplated on the direction she was about to walk in. She could choose the jungle, but it would be crazy to go in, in the dark, especially in unknown territory. So she chose to walk in the North direction, point the flashlight around in hopes that maybe Lauren had made it to land.

She walked on endlessly, with no clue on what she was doing, until she spotted something unusual in the sand. Striding over, the wet clothes that clung to her body made it harder to walk in, she approached the object that was there.

"Lauren!"

Camila scurried over, dropping down to her knees and touched Lauren's lifeless body. She was facing upwards towards the sky, pale and cold. Camila realised that Lauren wasn't breathing when she placed her hand down on the woman's chest lightly, another two fingers on her pulse point to check for a heartbeat and she immediately set off doing CPR. Camila's mind was spinning frantically, trying to understand what had happened out the after they were separated. It seemed that perhaps Lauren had been washed up to shore for she found her laying close to the shoreline. Camila could feel her tears breaching her eyes, despite the rain that continued to pour down heavily. Placing her mouth on Lauren's, she blew as much air as possible into her.

"Please! Goddamnit Lauren! Fight! Don't leave me."

Camila repeated her steps over and over, and for what felt like an eternity, Lauren's eyes shot open before coughing up water that were in her lungs. But what came after was Lauren's agonizing scream of pure pain, her hands immediately going to her thigh. She was alive. Camila relaxed somewhat, only for her to register the blood that oozed out onto Lauren's hands from her thigh.

"Camila..." Lauren whimpered, her voice straining, barely fighting to keep awake.

"Oh god Lauren..." Camila grabbed the flashlight, and pointed it at Lauren's thigh, to then find a big shark bite on Lauren's thigh, her flesh almost ripped apart.