Kara
“Open your eyes, Kara! Come on, wake up!”
Thea’s voice sliced through the haze in my head. I blinked, fluttering my eyelids and squinting against the blinding sun. My body ached like I’d been tossed in a washing machine, the rough gritty feel of the sand itching against my skin, the crash of waves pounding in my ears.
The plane! Oh God, the plane. It hit me like a punch to the chest– the turbulence, the shaking, the screams, the fall. The plane had crashed!
I bolted upright at once, my head spinning. Thea, the lady I'd made small talk with in the plane, knelt beside me. Her blonde hair was tangled with sand, her face smudged with dirt, eyes wide with panic.
Behind her was a man I remembered from the flight. He paced the beach, his shredded shirt exposing the hard muscles of his
