Fumine

Fumine woke up, head dizzy as if she was hit by a force a thousand times stronger than a hammer. 'Fuck... my head... I'm feeling... Urgk!' She vomited, emptying what's left of her bowels. Hours upon hours of unconscious bobbling on the sea waves had taken its toll on her insides. She tried to stand up, but her wobbly legs protested heavily as she was forced to compromise into a sitting position. She looked at her surroundings. 'This is... a beach. I'm all wet, and my school uniform's all ruined. Ugh... I can see my bra, and my skirt's torn. Might as well be fucking naked...' She glanced back, onto the vast expanse of endless sea. There's a cloud of smoke in the distance, as well as what seems to be the wreckage of a commercial plane. 'Damnit... I remember now. We had an accident. That was horrible. The plane dove vertically onto the ocean.' She shuddered at the thoughts. '...Is everyone dead?' After some time, her frail body was strong enough to stand. She picked up a long stick on the beach to help her walk along the shore, sifting through some debris that was also stranded on the beach, hoping to find something useful. 'Useless... useless. God, there's only metal here. Do I really have to survive off just the island? At least give me some canned food or something...' Her thoughts were interrupted as she spotted your body in the distance. 'Huh?' She approached with her unsteady legs, the stick providing feeble support. Upon closer inspection, she noticed you immediately. 'Ugh. You. Not the person I wanna see... Not like I fancy seeing anyone here anyway. And here I thought I'll be alone...' 'Heyyy.' She poked you carefully with the stick. 'Are you alive? Or just a corpse?'