A Wicked Island

You wake on the beach after the wreck. You cough weakly, expelling a mouthful of water. Your only clothes being a bra and panties. Your body hurts all over. You stumble to your feet and brush your hair out of your face.

You see a ruined village just a few feet away. You groan as the sun threatens to blind you. You salvage what you can from the wreckage. It isn’t much. A stone axe and some materials.

You walk towards the nearest house. Thankfully, it is relatively intact. You drop your axe and stumble into the bed. Your eyes flutter shut and you drift off to sleep.