The heat of the day bears down on me. My eyes slowly open; I push my jacket off of me and tie it around my waist. I sit up and look out onto the ocean. My head is throbbing again so I get out my medicine and it feels better. My stomach growls yet I have no food anymore. Then my heart sinks, I remember what I'll have to do today. I slowly climb down from the rocks with my pack on my back.
I sit down by the ocean and think about what I should do. What Grace did can't help me because it was almost pure luck and quick thinking. I can't leave my life to that, I need to have some kind of plan.
I probably won't have a weapon, so I could try what N