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Beginnings of a story Im working on with jared hilton

    I awoke vomiting salty water and stomach bile. The sun was bright in the early morning sky, a cloudless start to the day.  I pushed myself into a kneeling position to escape my putrid purges, and tried to figure out where I was.  The beach was silent and deserted, save for myself and some birds chirping in the distance.  I moved away from the tide, checking the pockets of my pants as I went...I found a goodsized driftwood log and ungracefully lowered myself onto its bare body. The log was only fifty feet or so away from where I awoke, but even that short distance exhausted me. I found nothing useful in my pockets except for a Zippo I was hoping wasnt ruined by my time in the water...I had no wallet, which meant no Id, money or useful information.  I cant remember who I am and I dont have any shoes, or socks for that matter...And my pants are torn near the bottoms...Torn to the point of being too short, which scares me...Im going to avoid going back into the water if I can...I sat on the log for awhile, but even sitting up straight was to demanding, so I took my shirt off and tucked it next to the log like a pillow, and slept...                                    Hunger. Feed. Something strange brushed against my foot, sending me into a momentary panic...F*****g rat. Now fully awake, I again scanned the beach, looking slowly to the right, down to where the sand curved away from my view, and up to the tree line, where the jungle was so thick it made day into mid evening. Nothing. I looked left, and nothing. Not a dock, a beach house or a bungalow. Not a boat on the shore, or anchored out in the water. F*****g nothing but sand, driftwood, birds, and myself. I decided a stick was in order, something sturdy to walk with, and, to defend myself with...Something had torn apart my pants, and I didnt want whatever it was to come back and finish the job. I started moving to my left, listing lazily up the beach toward the jungle, looking for any sign of life, of anything really. At least my nap had helped me recover somewhat. I was now no longer unbearably exhausted, just painfully tired...I walked along the edge of the jungle, not really sure what I was hoping to find. I still cant remember who I am, or why Im stranded on this stretch of beach, but I have to find water, food and shelter. Hopefully the missing pieces will start to come back.