Rhythm Writer
Master of Music and the Arts
Aaron Koontz
The world was spinning, white noise filled his head. The heat was intense, and smoke filled the air. Aaron, formerly laying on the hot sand, sat up and ran his hand through his hair as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Taking a deep breath, he tried to keep anxiety from overcoming him.
After a few minutes, Aaron was able to hear and see more clearly. He saw a small plane a few hundred yards from the beach where thick, black smoke was rising. Wincing as he stood to his feet, he started to think and make sense of what was happening. What happened? Where am I? Am I the only one?
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