Samantha sat out on the beach waiting for the approaching thunderstorm. Her clothes left hanging tightly. She heard thunder, and sat there letting the first few raindrops hit her skin. Soon the rain fell harder, her cup began to fill and she got up. She walked over to the cup and rinsed it out a couple of times, making sure it was salt-less. Then took a drink and set it back down to fill up. She walked over to her clothes, and wrung them out in the fresh water downpour, getting all of the salt out of them, she held her shirt over her head and wrung water into her mouth to make sure of this.<br/><br/>"Fire, check... food, check... water, check..." she said confidently, "I am now officially a survivor."