For Crystal, I truly do hope you enjoy this.
All they could see was the open ocean and fluffy clouds of cotton candy 🍭
Marcie looked around and it appeared that she was on this beach with ten other people.
She did not know any of them.
She looked into the sky again and the clouds in fact were swirled with pink and an almost unnatural blue.
There was coughing coming from one of the other people. He was an older gentleman, looked like he was in his early sixties. He was on his hands an knees and his entire body spasming.
As she tries to stand a wave of dizziness hits her and she feels herself land back on the sand.
When her vision cleared she realized there was a marking on her forearm. It said: 17GHT433GFS. What the hell is going on? she thought.
She looked over at the man still coughing as he threw up something metallic. She began to move closer to him, there were others attempting the same. All of them seemed to be suffering from the same inability to stand.
As she neared the man, his eyes closed and he started to sway. She tried to hurry before he fell over but she was too late.
She arrived at the same time as two of her other companions. The man was no longer breathing and the metallic item he had thrown up started making a high-pitched noise. There was also a dim red light that started pulsing.
Marcie looked down at the man’s arm and he had a similar marking to hers. The numbers were all the same but one: 12GHT433GFS.
The noise was getting louder and one of the companions, a man, kicked the item into the ocean. The noise dulled and after about thirty seconds there was a small explosion in the water.
“Was that a bomb?” the woman standing next to her asked.
These were the first words spoken by Chelsea. She died three days later.