#savageinsanity

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      ❝ well, well, you look like the kinda fella that causes trouble.          that true? i hope so. troublemakers are f u n . ~  my kinda          people. ❞

There really wasn’t a better way to put this situation. Here she was, one day on the coast and next thing you know you’re stranded on a beach in the middle of fucking nowhere.

The creature couldn’t even remember as to why she was even on this island in the first place. All she could remember that there she was, sleeping peacefully on the underside of a cargo boat (that totally was not illegal of any sorts) and woke up to hearing a busy ship the next morning surrounded by water. It was lucky nobody had found her stored inside one of the larger containers. Well, lucky for them, because if they did find a hungry stowed-away six foot mutant monstrosity then the whole boat would be fucked.

Just as her luck was getting worse after discovering that she was, well, quite far away from home, there were panicked screams, gunshots. Finally to top it all off a horrible explosion completed the entourage, and in conclusion finding herself holding onto some wooden planks on the side of the beaches’ tides.

God I hate the ocean. 

So in perspective Ria was practically fucked.

Her face hurt like hell, she could smell that her skin was burnt and still crackling. It wasn’t too much to worry about, at least her regeneration still functioned properly. Not as fast per say, but still healed better than the regular human. She held onto her cheek and felt the skin crunch under her gloved fingers like decaying plastic. The teramorph looked around the rest of her body to ensure nothing else was damage, no broken bones or a missing limb. Everything seemed to be he-

She felt the top of her naked head and frowned.

“Th’fuck is me hat?.. Oi I am goin’ t’a ring a neck whoever drove that fuckin’ sea-wreck if they are ev’n still alive... Or if ‘nyone is even here.”

@savageinsanity

is a good song! )