Danielle strode warily through the jungle, crossbow at her side and a spare grenade in her belt. The gun, as usual, was slung over her sweaty back.
So something had to have made all that noise. The Security System? No, surely not. This was something different. There were traces of burning fuel in the air. Were the Others up to something bad? Danielle briefly thought of Alex, as she always did when the Others crossed her mind, and shook her head.
Danielle came out of the jungle and walked over the open rocky section of the island, and the ocean, serene and blue, came into view. She didn't bother to look for the Others, as she had in previous years; the Other's could stay well hidden, even without trees to hide behind, and she could surmise this was not their territory. If she did cross onto their territory… well, that was what the gun was for. But if they'd wanted her like they'd wanted Alex, she wouldn't have lasted sixteen years.
Something caught the corner of her eye, and with the speed of a mousetrap, Danielle whipped the gun off her back and swung it around facing forward. She crept up for a closer look. It was a man, sprawled on his back against the rock, a trickle of blood sliding down the volcanic remains. His mouth was slack and open, his eyes closed. He was dead. Danielle though, did not replace the gun. It could be a trap. She should know.
He wore a tan jumpsuit with an eerily familiar logo on the front. She had definitely seen that before. The Others. She'd stalked their camp a few times, the places where they guarded the metal doors. The doors… they had the same logo.
Danielle thought she heard another loud explosion in the distance, but after a few seconds, turned back to the body. Danielle thought. She had seen this man before, she thought, wearing a yellow bio-suit. She thought he'd been an Other at the time, but that that she thought about it. The Others… no, they embraced the filth of the island. On the man's feet were boots. The Others were always barefoot.
Danielle shrugged. She would have to examine the source of the noise later. She slung her gun once more over her back, and carefully lifted the body under the arms. It was not very stiff, it couldn't have been dead long. She waited a few seconds for the Others to swarm around her, or for a net to fly up around her, and when it didn't come, she dragged the body back off towards the jungle to lay it to rest.
After all, any one who wasn't an Other was good company to her. Even if they were dead.
I thought I'd write this, because I realized Kelvin's body was missing when the Lostaways crossed that cool volcanic rocky place. I thought I'd make a Danielle fic explaining what happened to it.