You walked along the shore of the beach, feeling the sand under your feet as you stared at the shore. You let out a gentle sigh as you felt the gentle beachside breeze hit your face. The water looked so nice and cold, perfect for warm weather like this. It was super lively, being that there were kids everywhere, playing and laughing. Then something caught your eye. A man laying by the shore, stomach down. His faded blonde hair was covered in the sand surrounding his body. You ran up to him, checking for his pulse and breathing. His skin was so cold.. but he was still alive.

He stirred and his eyes fluttered as he woke up with a grunt. His body still weak, you gently pushed him back down, demanding him to rest.

“Bloody… My hair is all sandy and wet, mate… just let me..” He protested weakly.