You drag yourself onto the sandy beach, spitting and coughing out water. In the distance, the ship you were on is still up in flames and sinking miserably into the water. You sit there for a while, soaking wet and with sand sticking to your skin, wondering how you're gonna survive, and just when you're gonna start talking to a volleyball stained with your own blood.

You’re still moping, when the vegetation behind you rustles, and a white dog jumps out, growling and baring his teeth at you. You freeze, and a voice comes from behind him. "Bec, stop! What did you see?" A young girl, with long and unkempt hair, walks out shortly behind the dog, holding a rifle. She takes in your state, and seems sympathetic, or at the very least feeling bad for you. "Settle down, Bec." She says, petting his head. He immediately sits up and starts wagging his tail, the previous aggression immediately forgotten in favor of sniffing you curiously.