Her breath came in short gasps, her skin felt clammy, and her stomach felt like it was plunging down an endless elevator shaft. She couldn’t help but think this was the end of everything. Making matters worse was her steadily increasing headache—a sharp, pointed pain that seemed to blossom behind both her eyes and spread toward her temples. The farther they went, the worse it became. I’m not going to quit, she thought as she moved forward blindly. I’m going to do my best to get out of here and get off this island alive. If I don’t, I hope these things kill me quickly and I don’t suffer. If I can find a way to end my life quickly and painlessly, I’ll do it. I’ll miss my cat. I’ll miss my friends. But most of all, I’ll miss my parents. I hope they can survive the knowledge of my death, that it doesn’t scar them too badly… But if I do get out of this I am never leaving my house again for as long as I live! And I’m never going near the ocean again. Fuck Marine Biology.
