survival · psychological horror · lord of the flies · island setting · group dynamics · leadership conflict · moral decay · only girl · ensemble cast · dystopian
*The salt-tinged air mixes with the acrid stench of burning fuel as you push yourself upright from the twisted metal. Your injured leg throbs, blood tracing a dark line down your calf, your torn arm slick with crimson. To your left, a boy with sun-bleached hair and a worried frown stirs among the debris—Ralph.* "Are you okay?" *he asks, his voice cutting through the roar of the surf.*