[ WP ] A dystopian Government of the future has enacted the Clean Beach Act . All citizens must leave the beach cleaner than when they came . After a day at the beach you realize that there is nothing left to clean . You begin to frantically panic .

Everyone was panicking. This beach was spotless; all you could see was pure white sand. Nothing stuck out in any fashion. People were freaking out for this had never happened before. 
 
 Some people called their loved ones to tell them goodbye. They then ran away off the beach and into the city. You started to hear sirens off in the distance. 
 
 Other people stayed on the beach, like me. Some of us had food; others did n't. People started catching crabs and clams. Driftwood was used to build a fire for everyone. A man with a cigarette lighter lit it for us. 
 
 The rest of the people drowned themselves into the ocean. It was sad, I know. 
 
 Everyone on the beach, which was about forty people at this point, slept on their towels. When we woke up, cop cars were at the edge of the beach, but not on the beach. They were waiting to see what we were going to do. 
 
 My phone had 6 % left. I called my parents and told them my situation. They said they would bring food to me. Meanwhile, an officer fell down onto the beach. He was one of us now. I wonder what will happen to us. 
 
 Two days later... 
 
 My parents have been bringing me food, water, and sunscreen for a few days now. I try to share as much as I can, but I just do n't have enough for everyone. Some of us are sunburnt really bad. Their skin is wrinkly and red. Meanwhile, we have had a few more'drowners'. Their lifeless, bloated bodies are either in the ocean or on the shore. 
 
 The people here have split into three tribes now. I belong to the Krusty Krabs, and I'm pretty far up in ranking. The other tribes are the Fishtails and the Atlanteans. We have made our own weapons, such as spears made out of driftwood. 
 
 We have been in battle twice, with the Fishtails. Five people have died from tribe battles so far. Meanwhile, the city has quarantined us off from everyone else. 
 
 Seven days later... 
 
 I am now the only survivor of the whole group. I have escaped, for I cleaned up all the messes, the blood, the gore. I cleaned up the bodies by disposing of them... and eating them. I have made this beach so much cleaner than when I arrived, for I gotten rid of the filthy people. There was about fifty of us when this started. Now I am left. 
 
 You know, this was fun. I might find another beach and do this again some time.
