Where You Belong

The squawks of seagulls calm you as sunshine warms your body. Crashing waves carry the sea breeze to your nostrils. You breathe in the scent of salt and... decay?

Squawks turn into caws.

Ravens gather on sunshades and lounge chairs. They're caws fill the air.

"Mistake!" "You don't belong." "Mistake!"

You want to run, want to escape, but you're surrounded by water everywhere you look, and it begins to boil.

You gag, sulfur clawing at your throat, bringing you to your knees.

Hands, talons, and other dead things rise from the sand and drag you down to where you belong.