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think he chuckled. The asshole was messing with me. Suddenly my body dropped midair. I felt so dizzy like I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t hit the ground.
    When I opened m y eyes, my face was at the level of his hips. I was facing him straight on. What the hell? Arrogant prick. You’d have thought I would get mad at the innuendo, but I was so shocked to be floating that I fainted again.
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    When I woke up, groggy and out of sorts, I heard screaming and crying. The yelling stopped, but the crying continued. There were angry voices, sounds overlapping. Where was I? I felt around beside my body. I was resting on a pile of leaves. What was happening? I tried to sit up, but fell back out of dizziness. My heart was pounding against my chest. Just pull it together, Raz.
    As best I could, I sucked in a deep breath. I blinked several times to regain my wits. From what I could tell, I was back on the beach, but on another part of the island in a makeshift bed and shaded under part of what looked like the hull of the yacht. Pieces of the boat must have washed up to shore and somebody must have put forth the effort to set up this little room. What was going on? I must have originally landed at a different spot on the beach than everyone else.
    I could hear people talking outside. My body shuddered. The voices sounded familiar. Was that Logan Townsend? And I heard some girls, but I wasn’t sure who they were. It didn’t matter—there were more survivors! With that recognition, my pulse rate sped up. By now I was already sitting up in the bed of leaves. Maybe my friends had a chance. I hurried out of the shelter, rushing around the backside away from the ocean.
    When I saw the scene before my eyes, I nearly puked. Dead bodies were lined up in two rows on the sand beside some chests and wreckage from the yacht. The people must have washed up from the ocean to the shore and the survivors must have arranged them in order, maybe for burial. Limbs were torn off the torsos of some and others were half eaten like some kind of animals had torn them apart.
    I thought back to the images I had seen in my mind after I plummeted into the ocean. Human beings acting like sharks, tearing people apart with their teeth. I thought I had imagined that. But now I wondered what had I seen? Was there any truth to the imagery? It wasn’t possible. My mind must have been playing tricks on me because of the stress of the situation. But something had ravaged these people.
    By now, it wasn’t as hot out as before. I could handle the temperature. The big orange sun was setting behind the jungle shining like sparks of fire through the trees and giving the beach a warm, golden glow. But in that setting, there was a lot of noise and chaos, students I recognized, but didn’t know, looking for things and running past. Jason Kraft and Jeff Peterson were helping Tally Cantor. It looked like pieces of metal probably from the boat were stuck in her legs. She was the one crying. There were other people who I didn’t identify from a distance dragging more wreckage out of the ocean. And other people up by the edge of the jungle seemed to be helping other wounded survivors. I thought I saw Logan Townsend, but he looked different so I wasn’t sure.
    I grabbed my throat , my eyes drifting over the dead bodies hoping not to find Savannah, Donny, or any other friends of mine. Stacy May’s eyes were wide open, empty and vacant. My heart clenched. Parts of Stacy’s body were missing and some of her innards had spilled out. She was a freshman who went with Thomas Gonzales to the prom. I knew her because she worked in the library.
    One body looked like Conrad Strothers, but half his face was torn off. He was our paperboy in middle school. Some kids made fun of him because he had a lisp, but he was a nice guy. And there was Eun Sang, a girl that had transferred to our school from Korea. She was in my history class. My stomach twisted in knots, my eyes drifted over everyone.