So I havent wrote a while so im starting over again.
Part 1
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I lifted up my head. It felt heavy, and a pain was cutting through it.
The salt seawater was dripping of my clothes and hair and landed on the gold sand.
Suddenly I rememberd everything, the crash and the screaming people.
I crawled on my knees and sat down in de soft, dry sand.
There was blood on my head and legs, and when I looked closer I saw 3 wounds. They weren't deep, but they stung badly. The sun was shining and it was very hot. All I heard was birds and the calming sound of the ocean, and in the distance there was nothing but sea. I stood up and turned around, a couple of rocks and behind those rocks was a big jungle.
I never felt so sad, nobody could help me. I was on my own now.
Though my legs were giving up on me I started walking. The wounds were making it painfull and hard to walk. I just couldnt think about something else then the screaming people, maybe no one else survived this. After 10 stept I surrenderd to my body and fell on the ground. Tears were running and all I could do was lying in the sand, waiting for death. I didnt wanted to struggle, even if I wanted to I didnt stand any chance. I was on my own, I had no skills. And thinking about that I fell asleep, or maybe I passed out. I couldnt tell.