Marooned on Minotaur Island

Abby wakes up to the sound of waves. The last thing she remembers was falling off the side of the ship as the rains crashed down. She had surprisingly survived and now stuck on this yellow sandy beach with the salty ocean keeping her company.

Abby's porcelain white skin was caked in the wet sand. Her belly growled in hunger. She was thirsty. She wondered if anyone was there.