Have I died? Has the corruption killed me? Is this the end? The first thing Owen Archer noticed as he began to open his eyes was the sky. The sights and sounds around him slowly filtered into his brain as he started to comprehend what had happened. With no concept of how time worked in this corrupted version of PRoGRaM, it felt like hours since he had hit the water. The train… the water… He remembered. Minutes passed before the feeling began to come back into his extremities. His hands were first as he felt a tingle through each of his fingers. With massive effort, he managed to clench his hand into a fist. Sand. He realised, feeling the grainy texture as he moved his fingers. I'm on a… beach? Have I really washed up onto a beach? It took all of his willpower to force himself to sit upright, but eventually he managed it. Owen faced outwards, looking out at the sea whilst subconsciously taking in his other surroundings. Endlessly, to both his left and his right, stretched a beautiful white sand beach.
