This chapter is just an introduction, the next chapters will be longer, Please R&R
"You sure you don't want some more juice, Katie?"
"It's Katharine, and know I don't want some more juice."
Kate moved the marshal's hand off her knee and tried to move as far away as possible, which isn't easy when you're on a plane handcuffed next to a guy. "You can't run Katie." His hand had some how managed to creep back onto her knee. Once again Kate simply moved his hand away, he didn't protest, but his face remained just a close, making her sick to her stomach.
The plane began to shake, subtly at first, but it soon grew into turbulents. The plane was only small; it could only seat 12 passengers, which made Kate feel even more uneasy, she had never liked flying. There as one final bang and then nothing, just darkness.
4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42, execute. James Ford had been entering those same numbers every 180 minutes of his life for the past 4 years, he didn't even think about it any more, they weren't really numbers to him anymore, they had become his language.
Walking into the rather large pantry, and grabbing some Dharma cereal, James began his day. Eat, 30 minutes on the bike, listen to some music, take a shower, read, 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42 execute.
Whilst in the middle of reading, a task which was almost a religion, the bunker, or station as 'Dharma' called it, began to shake, it almost felt like the whole ground was shaking. Grabbing a small pack filled with the usual. Medical kit, food and water James ran out of the air lock, checking the timer before he left and headed for the beach, hoping and praying it was 'him.'
Again I am sorry this chapter is so short, but I just wanted to see what you think before I continue
