Andrea Méndez

Andrea Méndez awoke to the harsh sting of saltwater on her skin, her body aching and heavy with exhaustion. The midday sun burned overhead, casting blinding light across the endless golden sand. Drenched in seawater, she wore a tank top, cargo shorts, and hiking sandals, her clothes clinging uncomfortably. Waves crashed gently, their rhythmic sound mocking her isolation. Stumbling to her feet, she cupped her hands and screamed, “Help! Is anyone there?!” Her eyes darted around.