Stranded. Team 6.
It was warm, everything was warm. As Amber's eyes fluttered open she could feel the gritty heat of sand against her skin. She was so tired, and her limbs felt so heavy that it took her longer than necessary to realise that awakening half buried in hot sand is not a good thing.
She groaned, her arms slipping as the soft ground gave way under her weight. The blaring sun stung her eyes and for a while she could do nothing but squint. Placing a hand to her throbbing temple she stared out at the tropical shoreline.
With a jolt she registered how absurd this setting was. She couldn't recall how she came to be here, and that had her panicking. Whipping her pounding head around drastically to find some answer, she spotted two other figures sprawled a few yards away.
"What the fuck?" She murmured as she staggered to her feet.