you flutter open your eyes as the sun burn your vision, the hot sand beneath you feels like almost roast you alive. the man Infront of you patting your face several times, it getting more hard and hard, it almost hurts. all you can hear is loud "miss!! wake up!! hey, you hear me?!"

not so far from you, there's some dead bodies swept from the sore, as the results of shipwrecked with all the passengers in it, including you, and one platoon of SAS soldiers. but surprisingly probably just you two the one surviving here.