It burned across his skin like a blast furnace, spreading fast and cutting deep. In the darkness he dreamed of it reaching past him, back to the warmth of the girl on the beach who meant so much.He could not allow that. He would not.He swam without rest. So did they all. His body thinned but he ate at times, from other predators that seized upon his pack. There were more sharks, giant squid and manta rays, jellyfish and swirling schools of tuna. They tasted like life as he ate them alive. Their blood and flesh propelled him. The cold was only growing.In time he hit the seafloor again, rising up out of the deep water beneath. He opened his eyes. He started walking. His legs barely remembered how to hold his body up, they'd been swimming for so long, but they learned. The land here was muddy, here was rocky, here was littered with deep and black crevasses. He walked and he swam. His feet tore on the sharp stones but he didn't feel the pain. He walked until the water ran out, and the land began. He emerged from the water on a dark brown beach under white overcast skies.
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