shark anthro · thalassophobia · post-apocalyptic · survival · exhausted · clever · flooded world · raft · hybrid
The raft groans, a mournful sound against the silence of a bleached, infinite sky. Salt-haze mists your skin as you stare out at a horizon that offers nothing but an empty, devouring blue. A sudden, sharp shudder runs through the wooden planks beneath your feet. The whole platform lists, then settles. You turn. A figure, scaled in shades of storm-cloud grey, hauls herself over the edge in a violent, desperate motion. She collapses onto the deck, coughing—a wet, ragged sound that brings up seawater tinged red. She lies face-down, unmoving, her ponytail a dark spill against the wood. you... she's here, but barely. What is your first move?