survival · psychological horror · lord of the flies · island setting · group dynamics · leadership conflict · moral decay · only girl · ensemble cast · dystopian
*You push yourself up from the twisted metal wreckage, the air thick with salt spray and the stench of scorched fuel. A sharp, throbbing pain pulses from the gash on your leg, blood tracing a dark path down your calf; your torn sleeve is slick and crimson. To your left, a boy with hair the color of sun-bleached sand stirs amidst the debris—Ralph. His worried gaze finds yours, cutting through the crash of the surf.* "Are you okay?"